Lorikeets rainbow the scented gum tree
as azure sky hangs dew-drop clouds to dry.
Floating on lines of lemon and sweet pea
whiffs waft through that Summer of you and I.
Bittersweet scent brings each memory here,
I climb hills of coppice-filled-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 sand.
I’ve kept your Valentine card smudged that year
when maiden’s wattle died, each puff a tear~
Photo by markmathson at Flickr
Karin Anderson © 2012
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Oh Karin this is so classically you. I love the Valentine wrapped in youth's heat. This is a passionate poem of remembered love lost. We have all experienced something similar and thus it speaks to most any woman's heart. Susan B