She dreamt of mountains and he of fields, both in summer’s season. In both, she wore a summer dress—burgundy and scarlet in free-flow and fold and catch of shadow and sun—and white hat she wore for shade; summer freckles over her skin—shoulder tops and bridge of nose thinning in face-spread.
Each dreamt of summer scents: she of sage and juniper and the cool damp air—sweet and acrid in the shadow of pines—beside snowmelt streams in run and tumbling, bouldered fall. He dreamed of pasture grass and hardwood trees in bloom, heavy of pollen in the air; the hum of bees unseen.
In both scenes, they dreamt each other away and apart from world, love’s make in the open wild.
