a/n: This is the start of a small collection inside the larger main collection that relates love to the different seasons. There will be four poems in all, then I will start other poems that correlate with different concepts of time.

Lonely Spring Heart

Your words are soft
like new earth
and smelled distinctly
of green and coming rain.
The sounds of your smile
and the tastes of your dreams
are warm and wet,
with a cool wind off the bay
blowing through my skin.

But you don't know
in these terms or ways of mine
how to feel the vibrations
of new growth through
the black, damp, fresh soil
or to sense your own heart
through the sigh of another.
And I am held without bounds,
caught alone in these echoes of spring.