love is rainfall
autumn & leaf
flint striking
steel skies grey
that is what love is
love is loam in
perfume & moss
drinking in the
shadowplayed sunlight
that is what love is
love is graveled
voice & black feathers
granting passage high
in the cedar trees
that is what love is
a name like winter
on a moonless night
a kiss of frost in passing
that is what love is
6 responses to “what love is”
That is beautiful! 🖤
Thank you very much Michele 🙏🏼
You’re very welcome, Michael. 😊
Yes; love is that feeling that we cannot truly define. Fine words, Michael.
Thanks! Sometimes I wonder if it is less about people than we tend to think.
A good, and very valid, point.