Perfume Dancing

How soft the wind
Is in the trees today,
Where high voices 
Sing of summer 
And the perfume
Of your presence
Dances on the breeze.

So strange is scent
Which gathers up
All memories of the past:
The shaken handkerchief,
The chiffon scarf,
The swirling skirts
That flourish through the gate.

A smile, a wave
And so you journey on,
Here again in memory,
A spring of pleasure,
Where in that other time
You slipped away,
A leaf drop in the fall,
All in due season,
A moment of thanksgiving.

JL June 12 12:15