A soft breeze from the north
perfumes the sheets on the line.

Swaying and lofting
they play
with currents of air
kissed
by lagoon waters
caressed
by oak leaves
swept by roses
transferring earths bouquet
to each drying thread.

How soft this air touching my skin.
How effervescent this moment.

Tonight my sleep will be
sparkling wine in a bottle
twinkling in the vineyard of dreams.

Anne James lives in the Perdido Key area of Florida and enjoys writing children’s books.