Primavera

A spontaneous poem.

19.05.2024

Outside it was green and blue and kind

White little clouds in the sky

And not a worry in my mind but

I was just wondering how it would be

If you were still here with me

The air was filled with love

And planes and birds

And everything I love

Reminds me of you

And isn’t love but a kiss

Gently pressed against your lips?

Or is it everything I see,

Every moment that I keep,

The whole life but a tree

Shadowing lilies and roses and me.