Pear and Honey
Daybreak flower, golden hour,
The minutes stretch to hours stretch to years.
Dawn meadows bathed in honey light
Firefly-bright to match your smile,
Nectar sweet and warm as summer
Promising clear skies for a picnic;
So you pack your wicker basket with cinnamon pears,
Tress a vanilla blossom into your hair,
And watch the fairies waltz with the clouds.
- Sarah + Abby + Ginette