Sundown Serenade

 Lemon orchard sways slow with whispering winds.

Before me, freshly baked lemon cheesecake.

Decorated with coulis, praline on top.

I grab two servings.

The back door opens to the orchard itself.

Velvet ground almost engulfs my bare feet.

I see him; he sits on a baby blue blanket,

Under a fragile lemon tree.

Putting the basket away, I make my way

To the center. I settle,

Comfortably with no care.

Then he lays on my lap.

Caressing his hair, he looks at me.

The sun reflects from abyss; hazel,

Honey dripping from his eyes.

I feel his face, the button nose,

Stubbles on his chin, the cupid's bow.

My hand travels to memorize even the littlest defect.

He smells of citrus.

Then I open my eyes to a dusk of Orphean haze.

Picnic basket ransacked, brushwood took the orchard's place.

The last candle blew out long ago.

Crimson snow covers every corner, also

What's left of the lemon trees.

My hair turns silver with the cold breeze.