The pine needles floated on the air
slowly descending onto the blue water
of the pool
and the sun
warmed his skin
with a building heat
as he shielded his eyes
from the light
that knew its way to his soul.
They moved with an inevitability
like love that came quickly
but lingered
lasting for a season
full of hope
He wanted to grasp the flowers
that had taken root in the earth
next to the water
but he knew that if he pulled them
they would die.
He loved her
with an ambiguity
born of lost loves past
and with a certainty
that knew that season
followed season.
He had grown
like the flowers
and the pines
Could he love silently
and permanently
like the trees?
