TO MAY

Gently you came
in November
like a beautiful cloud
on a clear night
into my life
without a fuss
I thought
I heard you cry
though it could have been
someone else
gently you came
weaving new colours
into my mornings
filling my evenings
with your joys
gently
imperceptibly
you grow into
my days and nights
someday
should you read
these lines
know that
they grow from love.
1972