A Valentine for Barton - Constance Miles

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Fri Feb 17 05:14:52 PST 2023


A Valentine for Barton

If only I could summon a love poem
with a whistle and have it pounce
upon the page like a faithful hound.
If only the turns of phrase were
like willing blossoms that my gaze
alone could compel to ripen.
If only the morning dew could moisten
my mind and urge forth liquid love 
notes in this symphony of soul.
But, for now, the words are like
tightly bound buds at the tips
of fruit tree branches, yet to
reveal their vibrant colors. They
are snug at the tips of native willows,
soft and furry and inviting touch.
For now they can gestate and, when
the time is right, they will party with
the sun, they will burst open with
feverish delight, and so will we.

	- Constance Miles


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