Wind winnowing wheat
whispers a language
only the butterflies keep

locked in motion.

Patterns of light ‘n shade
undulate in perfect
harmonic sequence:

breath slows, accommodate,
accommodate hypnotic
horizon; scan & return

inner ear fibrillates
sensory sward
svelte of synchronicity.

Boots skim feathered
tendrils & horse spooks
at storm born alien circles,

flying sideways,
we are floating
in an earth grown sea;

this summer gold.