A Lover's Lament

A Lover's Lament

 

The summer breathes in me

The enchantment of love,

A kiss, an embrace

Oh how the season lingers

Passionately with the willows,

Where lovers love to love

In nature's subtle breezes

 

Oh what would a meadow be

Without the weeping willow trees

Or songbirds

As they graciously sing

For lovers eternally

 

A lady in blue gathers a rose

From Monet's garden,

Clutches it to her bosom,

Then quietly weeps

As she passes by

 

I feel the gentleness of early autumn,

As it breathes with the willows

Upon summer's path

Where a lover's lament 

Is emphatically etched

By a rose adrift with falling leaves

Blowing softly in the wind

 

 

Reviews

[Chris]

The last stanza quite stands by itself! ...and totally fits the title!

[WindSong]

Thank you for your valued comment!

[Ruth]

Superb! A really beautiful flow! This transcended me to other plains, gorgeous xoxo

[WindSong]

Thank you for your valued comment!

[Ruth]

Most welcome!