I T Was One of Those Mornings

Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet On that passionate morning we could not meet Little did I understand then I would soon be crestfallen Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved The other day when you poured me pink and warm Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm From your purple front door To my restless slight shore My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred The south wind was back together with its pretty bird ________________________________________________ March 9, 2016