Yes, to Stars Kissing the Silver Moon

Yes, to women in summer dresses of white and yellow.

Yes, to the common names for flowers, to shooting stars and baby’s breath and forget-me-not.

Yes, to removing the flexing moth from my coffee cup before I drink from it.

Yes, to white sand beaches at the foot of tall jade-colored mountains.

Yes, to hearing the low music made by mountain creeks noshing blue and green stones.

Yes, to waves breaking white over aquamarine.

Yes, to the summer breeze running silk across exposed arms and legs.

Yes, to the sweet scent of linden blossoms and the throng of honeybees humming from the clouds of broad leaves.

Yes, to one more day under the sun.

Yes, to stars kissing the silver moon.

Yes, to kissing the women wearing white summer dresses.

--Mitchell Hegman