Photo - Michells photo flickr
Lorikeets rainbow the scented gum tree
as azure sky hangs dew drop clouds to dry.
Floating on lines of lemon and sweet pea
scent wafts through that summer of you and I.
Bittersweet fragrance brings memories here
as I climb coppice hills and rain-blamed days.
Run through fields of your blue iris eyes near
the Maiden’s Wattle tree where our love sways.
Your Valentine card is wrapped in youth’s heat,
A wild rose runs with me to your hot hands.
Pulling me down, our dare devil lips meet
and morning glory bursts in gold blushed sands.
I’ve kept your Valentine card, smudged that year
when Maiden’s Wattle died, each puff a tear.
Karin Anderson © 2014