Palavras lidas #575

Love Poem
by Paul Zimmer

1
Last days before first frost
we stroll out hand in hand
to see yellow sulfurs lift
in multitudes
over the fields
flittering in ecstatic pairs
to descend
and spangle the hay

2
Months later
trudging winter fields
in the morning sun
we see their million
rapturous spirits have risen
through layers of drift
to glitter
on the snow crust