Song to the Goddess of fresh air

Take my breath 

away, then,

hand it back to 

me, sweetly perfumed,

lemon, honeysuckle, jasmine, tuberose.

The scent of meadows fresh and green .

You, unseen, sensed alone

on brown skin in May.

Darling send to me 

a new early dawn.

Forlorn, I wander

among the exotic windmills of time,

the industrial age

long since past, you 

 pagan you.