Love Poetry For Couple

At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own changing world. I swim deliciously in a warmer river without current, cringing at banks so barren I could walk across. The water is too hot for salmon to return upstream and spawn. Earth degrades to dirt, crumbles in my hand. Early spring bloomed in a

A Jay Feather �for Lynda I know of a wood that hangs like a heavy drape flung over a hill in the midlands. You can hear jays deep in its folds tearing like engines at the fabric of a winter�s day. Way down in the leaf litter, beyond where it is normal or decent for a walker to go, there must be a fragment of that blue, that eye through which you dive on a thread,