Fickle Winds

This tussling the maple’s hair rocking her in feigned caress sweet promises of whispered gusts - “I’ll close my eyes while you undress” this dalliance of summer love a sultry robe’s once flowing grace slowly tossed upon cold floor - “you cannot hide from nature’s fate” I serve the whim of fickle wind that seeks but pollination’s thrill a lust that bears no looking back - “My warmth must sadly fade to chill” So sway in mourning’s frigid dance to baleful moan of iced regret caressing still your shivering limbs with whispers of - “I won’t forget” John G. Lawless ©9/24/2018