The green shoots that promised much in May
Now long for moisture and attention
Calm, breathless nights and frenetic days
Have me yearning for attestations of love
Shakti waits, smouldering at my door
Multiverses of possibility behind her smiling eyes
‘You’re a little early’, I observe
‘To choose nothing is still a choice’ she replies
So while secrets remain unlocked and
Wildflowers murmur names from the hedgerow
Dog, cat and I study our scenery; for
Feathers settle, cups still flow and love adjusts
