A Coat Made of Love
White lies on branches like dry firewood,
stiff wind causes puffs that ripple to the ground.
white flies are lost in earth’s pallid spread.
The colors of birds went missing,
black ones go tree-hopping.
White reveals secret rendezvous,
my footsteps under her window.
Hearts alike
arouse fervor on frigid nights,
rekindling flames gone cold.
True love escapes carnal wits,
for truth is never untold.
Desire makes gestures
to the one who seized her flesh;
for him it’s care elsewhere.
The harsh wind tells a tale of a forlorn heart,
but reminiscence makes more sense.
That’s when I search for true love lost,
and found it there, with no pretense.
White coats camellia bush,
and my heart carries her.
This one time I will never wish
to be the way we were.
When white falls from vanished skies,
and the wind arrive with woe,
this love-sick heart will never listen
to a wind that whispers lies.
Her love is served to go.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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