Springtime valley

Sentimental sky

a lonely blue

In my mind

Who — I ask — are you?

A figure,

drifting, curling, forming

wisps of stratus

above me

.

A sapling

supple love

shallow roots

and bending

in the wind

behind me

in my wake —

and in my sleep

in my memories

uprooted, exposed

on the bank by the river surge

.

— powerful fate

.

Pulled me down

water, supreme

into the valley

hidden and deep

new buds

shy and pink

raise their bloom towards the brink

— of morning light

a tease of warmth

to hold me

here, in possibility

musk perfume and promises

sincere, but made too soon

.

Bring me,

current swift

to waters where I may drift

in reeds and pools

of calm and cool

look at my reflection, anew

wash the scent of sweet perfume

know me clean

know me true

.

The beauty

of love

tended or wild

grows few

— makes for a spectacular view

for tourists and travellers

searching, lost

picking petals

love me nots

.

Gaze deep into the pool

my face in ripples

fanning out

from within

free, flowing

water, not skin

.

My love blooms

I can see

me

serene

golden light

energy

growing

changing

Now, who are you?

accept and love

and promises true

of a more than spectacular view

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One of four seasonal love poems: