Someone is on my mind
and they linger like winter's last icicle.
And how I will wait for spring to warm them
so they can water my fresh garden of lilacs.
Oh how they will bloom and bloom
becoming stronger than any bushel of lavender and sage.
A young sprout, a bulb bursting through topsoil
fresh earthworms harvesting on the morning dew.
I want to watch the sun rise over us
just to be one flower; two halves of one petal.
Only to be plucked by two youthful, hopeless, romantics
wishing on their love to last until a midsummer's nightfall.
My love, my blue jay to my scarlet red cardinal
you make me feel like spring again.
How I wish to be younger and in love
To watch you plant our seed
and wait for what would become our special bushel of lavender and sage
To bloom, intertwined, never to unravel
it is far too early to let me go.
Autumn please stay away
and wait your turn to kiss winter's first snowflake.
