G. C. Jeffers

This is the time when the sky
awakes, buoyed by the swaying
hands of shimmering trees,

and when the warm morning pours
early into the streets, softened
only by stray clouds and a gentle rain.

This is the time when you and I
walk out love through the steady
rhythm of grasped, swinging hands,

and when your body, next to mine,
dances through the golden dawn,
setting fire to the sky.