Sea and summer

Brought us good weather

Love took its color from you

The world was alive with us.


I was the garden the sad summer long

You were a jasmine at the gate

Your scent passed from you to me, me to you

Wafted back and forth between us

Through the open gate.


At every summer’s end love goes

And the wind calls up the cold

Your jasmine scent

Protects the gardens the long winter through.