Contentment

Summer rain painted with clouds,

And autumn skies.

This is what I love.

Rows of corn,

yellow like your hair in the sun…

The deep water of the old stone fountain…

Warm pears on a wooden table,

soft like your skin.

That is what I love.

Lying in the grass,

With my blue-eyed fat-cat,

Feeding me ardor

From his fingers,

Feeding me honey

From his lips.

This is what I five for.