There's a certain Smell of Grain,
Summer evenings too
That consumes, like the water
of Rising Lagoons

Sweetened Grieving it gives us
No visible mark
But bittersweet shiftings,
Where Nostalgias are

All may feel it- Maybe-
Tis the Emblem Love-
Lovely Melancholy Moments
Scent upon the Sun

When it comes the Tree Leaves Quiet
Sweet Dinners at view
When it goes 'tis blinding quickly
Quiet feelings through