May day

 
 
It’s a late spring
leaves tight furled
 
& the swallows
ruffle feathers
 
In the chill:
 
the willow
Is ephemeral
 
like a fragile
young girl,
 
testing her
smile.
 
I think of
you often
 
distance never
tarnishes
 
the warmth
you bring,
 
& I hide
the empty

nights
 
with dreams
of mellow
 
seas,
 
a burning
sun &
 
summer kisses:
 
the taste
of you,
 
like cherries.