Why shouldn’t I
fall in love with myself?
The gently rippling waters
betray me into beauty,
distorting mirror
of who I am or could be.
I can’t wait for another.
The day is warm, inviting,
the breeze says, Yes!
with an echo
firm and irresistible.
You won’t forget me.
Each spring I return
with flamboyant resolve
forever young
hardly mistaken
enchanting your garden
with haloed flame.
