Summer Waits

Standing at the garden gate

Unsure of the reception she'll receive,

She watches Paul bend to trim the roses.

Will 5 years have been too long

For affection in his heart to still cleave?

So many doubts a long absence poses.

Holding her breath, she opens the gate.

The hinges squeal out her homecoming.

Paul straightens but does not turn around.

She waits with childlike anxiety,

Paul lifts his face to the breeze.

"That scent! Summer has come to settle down!"

Naida Lavon

April 15, 2018