The scent waits for the air to cool
hidden in
thick green bushes
lazily scattered on the edges of the roadway
Her perfume wraps around us as we drive home
windows rolled down to catch a view
rolling fields of minature fireworks
Slow down now, here
dark red dusk
uneven symphony of crickets and Whip-or-will
Honeysuckle breezes
shy aroma of summer