Just For You Poetry

Mayflowers opening
to catch spring sunning.
Dragonflies mating
across warming water.
You and I watching
inflating frogs rumbling.
Nature's love-making
displays hunger's order.
Yellowing king-cups
invite midday spawning.
Flirting birds singing
start mimicing laughter.
Paddling with tadpoles
passion is dawning.
Slipping off clothing for
what happens after.
We moving in union the
grass bejewelling.
Head on my breast after
bliss by wild river.
Diving, I peer now into
fancy's cold womb.
But only day-dreaming,
...
time could not deliver.

Warmly wistful, Fay. The circle comes round to the its tender beginnings. Never it be afraid it doesn't.

This is the first year that i haven't had a pond in my garden and oh how i did miss those inflated frogs..lol, and the beautiful dragonflies in the evenings.

Tender thoughts here Fay even if they are only daydreams...

So wistful...everything seemed perfect till the end..very wistful and beautiful Fay,