I will resolutely hold you,
As winter branches keep their leaves,
Then in early spring, I’ll meet you
Beside the lake, beneath the trees.
This offering, humble and devout,
My resurrecting rain pours out.

Raining a bare, cobalt shining,
Summer, steamy, passion crops grow.
Rocking on a cool porch, tilling
Truths underneath acres of rows:

Spotted, with gray stones of unsaid.
Glimmering, on-off, firefly talk.

Waning, lost cause, enduring days
The first foreboding, etching frost.
Burying tender tubers in hay,
Shut cellar doors, openness lost.
Unimaginable coupling
Neither fearless- - nor high floating:

This shameful and craven rebuff,
Leaves stoic and dormant despair.

In spring, I’ll no longer wander.
Please, perennial semaphore,
Show others a blossoming dance.
A lonely cloud knows no romance.

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