And the shimmering silver threads
made webs,
strung between the pines that swayed
as the wind bent the grass,
sent the clouds sailing
through the sky.
The smoke and scent
of trees and sap alight
rose in the summer heat
to drift down at night,
leaving the heavens clear.
Stars appear
as grains of sand on the beach.
flickering, sparkling, falling.
Those nights
I wish I was next to you
to share this view
of the cosmos.