Nature Shows Love When the Heart Can

The yellow fingers of the sun reached in, 

Knitting a teal veil for my flushed skin. 

The clouds float, bounding along the bright hem,

Twisting the rainbow’ lovingly ‘round them.

On the bench, I rested, his sunkissed hope

Kept safe within a lilac envelope.

The boughs above were shelter for a bed,

Down low, sprigs of primrose cradled my head.

A petal slips onto my ring finger,

This new love’s promise to always linger.