White wooden casements thrown wide

Let in freshened morning air

The slightest of breezes, softly

Moving light summer curtains

Creating a pattern of shifting shadows

Across pale oak, wooden floorboards

Carrying in the fragrant smell of dew

And the delicate, aromatic white star jasmine

Its exotic heady perfume filling the room

With the creamy warmth of sweet vanilla

The sun, bright and low, illuminates the room

Early morning light, stretching into each corner

Heralding in the day, while all remains still

All is silent, nothing stirs

Along the terrace, espaliered, warmed,

Soft, downy-skinned peaches

Shimmer in the heat