Diamonds along the path

The bees’ wings striking together. Sparks fall down on us in the meadow. Children climb out of their graves and gather round us, singing and laughing. The envelope of autumn, sent to us on the breeze. We could be golden coins dropped into a shallow pool. Frogs could swallow us and carry us to their secret lairs beneath the swamp bed. Tiny tentacles reach out and brush up against our feet. I pull you closer to me. Yellow and white bands of radiation floating aimlessly across the sky. I could lay with you forever. The calm before the stormy season. You shake your hair and diamonds fall out along the path. They will light our way home forever.