I wanted to bring you wild flowers
From the coast of transient spring,
Where the bluebonnets and the Indian paintbrush sway.
And a snowflake that I caught midwinter
Puzzled my eager eye.
I wanted you to have a look at it.

And the golden ambrosia apples crisp,
So sweet and so delicious--
I held one like a bowling ball
And tossed the core
All the way to Baltimore
For you.

But would time stop
Or turn its back,
For but one season still?
And I would meet you
At the Summer Mill.
And we would turn out
Flour for cakes
To eat all year
From the grains of
Sparkling sand and waters blue
And "I Love You's,"
Where Love began,
And still is new.

-jenn