In this season

There is a beauty.
Here- You are the reason
And the "why".

There it is
Again.  The air rushes in
And goes out,

A sigh,

A sign.

O, how I wait for you to be fruited
In plump, shiny, purple orbs to be
Plucked and delightfully popped.

Please cling plum blossoms!
Tree, do not let go in the stiff breeze
As you have done year after year

To the point where you were only good
For lovely birds to roost, for feeders to hang,
For me to look upon your beautiful form.

The years before you gave no other fruit;
This year a plum, that one, maybe two.
The greedy children ate three this past year.

I look out in the light of a spring morning
And you are full of lacy white!  Cling sweetly!
Stop being so selfish.  My mouth is watering.

We shall be water, my love.  For water flows around or through
obstacles that seek to impede it's true course.

It seeks another way to flow in it's coursing desire to go onward,
an effort to reach the sea.

We shall be water, Love, you with me.

Upon the heat of the day
When Sol high above our heads towered,

Raindrops fell cool on panting flowers.
You took my hand and led me where

You picked damp flowers
And then placed them in my hair.

With drops that fell and touched my lips
Mouth was drawn to mouth in tender kiss.

The drops each sizzled in heated bliss
To satiated this withering flower.

With this bedewing came a glistening spill,
In the heating of the day

As Sol above us towered,
And renewed this panting flower.

Head trust, heart must cuddle,
Care and,
“More wine over here!”

Is this a dream?  All things are,
It seems,
Because I always wake up to something

Different.
I am forever goddess
By candlelight.  Poke out the eye

Of love,
That blind it might be,
And stupid,

Stupid, stupid.
But, there’s another crumb in my bed,
I just know it!