Love’s Serenade

It was this way…
Clear, sweet, cold water
slaking a thirst
Violet of lilacs
Scent – yours ? –
of a summer rose
Gentle caress of a spring breeze –
your lips ? –
promising warmth, such warmth
Love’s serenade

Now ?
Leaden sky
Defenseless oak, once majestic
Lilac and rose, stripped bare
Bitter, cold this chill
threatening to turn my heart
back to stone

Is it true ?
– tell me –
Does spring follow winter ?

Love’s serenade
Indeed

15 March, 2015
Somewhere

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