Sleeping willows awaken in spring,
begin to grow their chartreuse shade.
New branches stretch down,
creating ripples on a lake in a fireworks of new color.

Choke cherry branches filled with
last year’s freeze-dried fruit,
burst with fresh new life
and life’s possibilities

Spring birds warble,
calling out for partners,
singing soothing songs of nature,
in harmony with May breezes.

Grass, painted green with new life,
provides a canvas for wildflowers,
as dandelion and marsh marigolds
gain their footing in its sparse carpet.

Collecting memories, I soak in the
warmth and sounds of spring.
Letting its breeze
       carry me away
                   to happier days.

In white lace, adorned in flowers,
she gazes at her beloved in adoration.
While he caresses her with tenderness,
they move together to the dance of love.

Giddy with joy, they twirl beneath the stars,
as joyful wedding bubbles rain down on them.
They gaze into the other’s eyes,
and the rest of the world melts away.

From the edge of time you’ve called to me.
Your haunting whisper echoes among the trees,
softly calling to the essence of my being,
inviting me to join in
as all creation sings your song.

Powder blue, soft upon the sheet,
brushed upon the cheek.
A sad tint of sky, of ocean,
a quiet bit of childhood,
colored upon my memories.

Our heart, is offered up,
as a sacrifice to love,
like a ****** lamb
on its way to slaughter.

When love takes its leave,
for whatever reason fate may have,
it always steals a bit,
of that beating heart.

The pain of love departed,
is the price we pay,
for loving deeply,
and completely.

I chanced to hear you in my youth,
through songs and mystic fairytales,
with promises of happiness,
and perfect love that never fails.

When hints of love began to stir,
within this youthful heart of mine,
you cast your spell upon my soul,
and I like others fell in line.

But this heart became your plaything,
love rejecting yet again.
Never seeing I was but a fool,
when dealing with the world of men.

Now, filled with a host of cracks and scars,
I find this heart of mine has died,
and when I hear your tune begin,
I hold onto my heart and hide.

Oh, so bitter disenchanted love,
mocking me throughout the years,
I turn my back to you again,
and sit alone within my fears.