Love —

for some is constant
like the climate
always stays the same
no matter how long they
are together

and

for the unlucky ones
love is like the weather
here today, gone tomorrow.

the cicadas call
across the lake

a cacophony
that is not entirely unpleasant

a pair of herons
don’t seem to mind

as they make their way
through the braids of blue sky

the deep green
of the water

is unbelievably cold
as there is still snow

in the high mountains
thus is this side of summer

newly leafed
and breathing

if you seek to fall
you will do just that

if you call for the words
sometimes silence is the answer

break off a piece of beauty
you will be surprised

to find unending love
first believe that it is there for the finding
-after that
its all icecream in the most amazing and unusual flavours