The call

Dawn in the city.

It's dull,
dry,
and
dead.

Absorbed by the
deep winter dream,
feel like a piece of
stale old bread.












Somewhere distant,
is playing the love tune
by spring birds.

The wild nature
is calling.

















Noon in the wild.

It's bright,
brisk,
and
blessed.

I am homed.















Wind greets me on cheeks.

My dry soul is nourished
once more.



















Sun shines.

He spreads kiss marks
all over
my bare skin.


















I dance.

Along with the
growing strong lover's tune.

I feel,
love.
















Sun's warm ray
is fading.

It's changing,
complicated,
and
confusing.

Time to say goodbye.















Sweet memories is
hidden,
sealed by
kisses.

Let it remain
unfounded.













Fare thee well.