I Fell In Love With A Summer's Evening Poem by Graham Stone

I fell in love with the feel of the soft damp grass,
And its caressing flecks moving Between my toes,
The moist damp soil felt cool against my bare skin
As the sun bent so low upon the horizon,
It could only offer its warmest rows of light.
I could here distant birds and their thin melodic twitters,
And smell only sweet subtle incense
From the flowers around my little Eden.

All of a sudden, the world was calm and quiet and still.
The rarest of moments lived, for the merest of flitters,
And I fell in love.

I have now only the vaguest memory of it.
But I know alas, I loved it so.