Love Sonnet XXXIII (Part 1)

....capturing dreams

Love Sonnet XXXIII (Part 1)

 

 

At the break of day we

would sit under the big

Oak down by Willow Creek,

and listen to the water

 

whisper to the Whip-o-wills,

Doves, and Chickadees. It

was a morning ritual started

by the grouchy old bear so

 

long ago. As we sat, nestled

into each other's warmth, I

heard your breath give out

 

a sigh, “My love, why is it

our hearts beat in

rhythm with the water’s flow?”

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 2.11.25

Author's Note

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