Their first meeting…
a faded drop of paint
off in a plain section of washes
as if the brush was afraid of the paper
The background of pastel strangers
sketched with tenuous bristle
into hours of exuberant meeting
The images of tree and bush
river near lake, appeared
a landscape of love becoming
tendrils and clouds emerging
Like the constructs of humans
the garden wall was built
and covered with vines almost instantly
So strong the urge to grow and flower
celebrating each day of life together