Under the lime tree
The scent is a sweet perfume
A friend holding my arm
Smiling
Whispering memories in my ear
& I remember a time when
Younger knees
Could run through all the trees
Through the apple orchard
Long grass wrapping wet fingers
Around our ankles
Slipping on the windfalls
Turning to wasp cider where they lie
Through the orange orchards
Dry red dust washed from our bare feet
By the chirping cicada of the sprinklers
My path, now slow
Winds through the mown avenues
Of old trees saving up for autumn
And the streams & rivers
Are quiet ponds of silver
Where fish dream under waterlilies
And memories, like the clouds above
Are reflections in still water
The lime tree sheds no tears
At all the years passing downstream
But fills the air with giddy scent
So I can glide my eyes across the water
And tenderly remember
A time once spent
Running through
Summer orchards
