I’d want her to come to me smelling of Christmas Fresh-baked cookies cinnamon scent of pine peppermint She’d wear comfortable cotton hiking shorts with A butterfly-strewn headband to keep her Unruly hair from blinding her eyes She’d bring a large Chai Tea Latte poetry A bouquet of wildflowers and toe-tapping Music We’d dip our fingers into Grainy sand build castles play tag with the Dolphins pet velvety Manta Rays We’d dive beneath the waves and delight in The magical homes of starfish sea horses Explore kelp beds frolic with singing whales and Swim with the sharks before heading to The mountains banging on drums and Wearing wreaths of daisies in our hair Dancing to the rhythm of the meadows Eagles and hummingbirds applaud Our steps and we’d howl at the Moon shining full in the early Dusk We’d sniff and glide through The woods like a wolf standing on haunches Scratching our backs like a grizzly On the bark of cedars then We’d dawn our bright yellow clothes And spin with the wind like aspen leaves Never dreading the softness of the Fall and when it was time We’d climb the highest snow-crested Peak and stand in the sun In the silence our hearts beating One last time as the shutter clicks And catches the white clouds the bright Rays of sunlight and endless blue sky