that skims the top of freshest milk,
like feathered skies of warming sunsets
as blue shades into lightest pink,
I want the feel of summer cream
as smooth sweet drips
slide down my fingers--
silk never felt so soft.
I want the taste of summer cream
that as it slips between your lips
it brings to mind the
pale sweet clover
and luscious warmth of emerald fields,
I see and feel and taste again
sweet summer cream
in cool glass jars
as summer softly fades to fall.