The air smells of the trees' breath,
And I catch the last wink of the sun
Before it closes its eyes
There is rustling in the leaves
As birds call out to the wind
Declarations of life
A scent drifts on by
Familiarly sweet and soft
But I know not from where it comes
Just as it fades
The wind wafts it my way
Lifting my head in its direction
Those wild honeysuckles
Smile down at me delightfully
Like an old friend
The day's relay over,
As the sun passes the torch
To the approaching moon
The smell lingers in my mind
As I write down these words,
The fireflies are dotting my i's.
