There are some things I love.
One of those loving and enjoyable things is
being with you in the springtime.

I remember those days of spring
when the air was fresh with the scent
of spring flowers and dew.

I remember the hills
rolling one upon the other
as a patchwork quilt.

Can you see the varied shades
and colors of green outlined
with rows of gold buttons?

Roll upon roll gathered and tucked
in one upon the other.

Feel the breeze, brisk, new,
carrying the sweet fragrance
over the beauty to me and you.

On a spring day,
living and loving a memory with you.

Footnote:
On a trip to Ireland.