’Twas Not You, Love

’Twas not love when the sun rose

Devoted, a friend

As I rest in its shadow

While it kissed me again

’Twas not love when the wind,

From my face, swept my hair

Nor still pond’s reflection,

My eyes as I stare

’Twas not love in the clouds

Sculpting stories to tell

’Twas not to be found

When cloud’s cover befell

’Twas not love in the rain

Soft caress on my cheek

Nor the moon’s wink in day

Crescent sliver, a peek

’Twas not love in the rainbow

A promise to keep

In joy and sorrow

Tender watch over me

’Twas not love when the birds

Serenaded me, sweet

Or the home that they built

In the old Maple tree

’Twas not love when the river

Cresting its banks

Swallowed me over

Fervor un-contained

’Twas not love in the meadow

Bouquets fresh, in bloom

Gentle breeze and its echo

Swaying treetops in tune

’Twas not love as I daydreamed

Beneath the tree’s shade

A mirage it all seemed

In the heat of the day

’Twas not love, the green grass

Each blade tickling my feet

Or the blanket of topaz

My cover to sleep

’Twas not love; eve’s sunset

Coral-pink artistry

Fiery flamed portrait

Love’s intensity

’Twas not you, my dear love

Now with nature, as one

Restituted to dust

From whence you did come

photo credit captainkimo dot com