One

 The red robins are all nested

their babies waiting to be fed, 

found in various locations

new beginnings from old ends. 

Mock orange blossoms 

are trailing to the ground, 

sweet petals of white 

are gently falling down.

The silence is broken

by the many tree frogs, 

as they go about courting

with a song that sounds like

a round.

So I sit here all alone 

as I whisper to the wind,

send my words of love

that he may listen in. 

From my lips a kiss

and from my heart the love, 

that united the two of us 

forever into one.