I Would Photograph You

I would photograph you in just that way,
you reclining among the windblown grain,
the sun winnowing its light through your hair,
your cotton summer dress soft in its light.

You would be resting there in the sunlight
gazing up the hill at that warm farm home
inviting you to come when you’re ready
like that shining city you see in dreams.

I would add colour to this photograph,
clover perhaps or daisies in the breeze,
and bright paint on that old grey house and barn,
and add a bright print to your cotton dress.

I would photograph you in just that way,
lit by sunlight in a world of flowers
where songbirds sing and the sun seeks you out
but, most of all, I would photograph you.