Sunday, August 15

... a mere affair of weather ?

The air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
And I knew I loved her dearly.

The fallows and the leafless trees
  And all my spirit tingled.
My earliest thought of love,
  and Spring’s First puff of perfume mingled.

In my still heart the thoughts awoke
  Came lone by lone together –
Say, birds and Sun and Spring,
   is Love, a mere affair of weather? 

( Poem titled 'Spring Song' by R. L. Stevenson / 
   Photo: Himalayan Meadows from personal file )