I stand,
drinking in the delicious
hues of green
rising and falling in the distance.  

Face laid bare
to the setting sun,
my head tilts back –
ever so slightly –
eyes close momentarily
as warm summer wind whips
my hair
carelessly against my cheeks.  

There is a gentle hush
that falls at dusk
on June evenings.  

I stand,
and revel,
and lose myself
in the embrace of a warm breeze.