Lake Wilhelm in the Springtime
A silken world,
you are moving blue.
Quietly, I observe your
undulating conversation
with the warm breeze.
Each time he amuses you,
your laughter lifts your perfume
and makes your sun-dusted
crests glimmer ever so
delightfully.
I watch as you rush to greet your shore;
your union sounds like a lovers’ kiss,
but I see the stoic banks have retreated
from too much affection
for they barely support the bare bones of an Alder
swaying above your cool fervor, and
they no longer protect the exposed toes
of the Red Osier Dogwood snarling
at your quips, which are spurred on
by the laughter of impudent gulls.
But, I am nothing like the banks
that contain you;
I shall not recoil from your advances
nor shall this attraction erode.
You are my temptress of the season
and I am caught by your lure
even now
as I cast these lines.
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