a whisper hangs in the balance

of dusk and dawn

suspended in the dew

that tiny droplet that holds a million rainbows

when the first glimmering ray of sunshine

still clinging to the horizon, wakes.

the air hangs heavy, chilly,

not yet burdened with the sultry heat of midsummer -

the smell is invigorating, sweet, inviting

and lingers long after, in my memories.