April afternoon

We sit
on a blue bench
in the back garden
absorbing unfamiliar
wrap-around sunshine.

We daydream
each with our own thoughts
hands just touching,
both mesmerised
by wake-up summer sounds

we hear
blackbirds gossiping,
bees whispering,
new leaves dancing
to welcome the sun.

We are drenched
in yellow light
glorying in its shine,
in its promise
of summer to come.

An afternoon
of sheer nothingness,
of glad-to-be-aliveness
of togetherness
of whispering touch,
no need for words.

APRIL AFTERNOON