Always near, ever close by
The warm, tender feel of summer morning,
Often without a hint or warning,
You are the glow of sunrise sky.

A walk in the garden, mind in reflection
Your face appears when my glance goes
To softness of a wistful rose
With petals blushing to perfection.

The splendid sun king broadcasts while
Sending sunshine born of fire;
Songbirds' roundelays in choir
Ignite me like your amorous smile.

End of day, right on cue,
Melodies fill my heart: reprise
Of love lyrics in exciting keys;
It's Mardi Gras, the nearness of you.

© 2002 Patrick Talty