Always

I remember you as mad March erupts
wildflowers beauty, especially gold buttercups
winter’s made them all wait quite long enough
these gorgeous mavericks always lifted us up

I remember you loved these raucous renegades
spreading color on fields, hills, and glades
in a hundred bright hues and as many shades
even painting steep slopes in rich cascades

I remember the beauty you saw in these weeds
that indiscriminately dispersed their seeds
to grow free as were their untamed needs
for you understood how a wild heart bleeds

I remember you in our special park in May
in the cool Spring breeze at the end of day
on the silvered beach of a white-capped bay
at the mouth of that moonlit waterway

I remember you in the shady arbor park
on a soft matt of fallen aspen bark
to the Summer song of a meadow lark
on sunny days ‘til after it got dark

I remember you by the garden wall
in the dappled shade of that willow tall
on the scattered down of its leafy sprawl
on those crisp, and heady days in Fall

I remember you by the old oaken mill
‘neath autumn’s trees on that grassy hill
when we’d make sweet love in the early chill
I remember with tears, our every lover’s thrill
as free as those wildflowers, I remember you still
and ‘til my seasons all are gone, love, I always will

“Even a beautiful flower has its season.”

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse