Ultra running and writing, writing about ultra running
I wonder: how does love mature and grow As seasons move from spring to summer’s bliss Like quiet grassy yards where fireflies glow, Sweet rhubarb pie, and nothing seems amiss? My past attempts at love have gone awry Two flames that burned with passionate desire Like summer’s heat that scorches grasses dry Then lightning storms igniting forest fires. Of late I fluctuate from hope to fear For now I have a chance at love once more But this time know to not be cavalier For true love’s lasting blessings I implore. Big skies on summer nights’ll light us below And keep the embers of our love aglow.