A toast to our anniversary!
two months ago today,
when we tied the knot
at our own alter made
of whispers sweet,
from lips soft and moist-
the beginning of Spring
with it’s new blossoms of promise.
Gone too soon with a dry
hot summer sun, sweltering,
melting, wilting our
freshly picked flowers.
Wish the rain would come
and not stand suspended in a
gathering cloud to fool me,
instead of soaking me wet.
In hope, I will not trust
because I’m not yet despairing.
I’d rather keep faith that
the new seeds will grow
even in arid conditions.
A time will come again
when the hint of drizzle
will swell into a deluge.
For how can it be called rain
when its sky does not meet the plain?
So my window stands open tonight,
hoping to catch the scent of your arrival
with the hint of refreshing vapours
and a promise that you will return.
Spring still flourishes in her abundance
seducing the air with fragrances rare.
But she longs for rain’s loving care
not droplets suspended in the air.
Yes, seasons and climates do change
and we must adapt – but never give up!