occasionally
we will stumble upon Love
an old poem
in a worn leather-bound book
found on the very top shelf
of a cozy book store
a great new song
on the radio while
driving fast on the highway
with the windows rolled down
or running into a dear friend
we didn’t expect to see
just when we needed to
sometimes
it discloses itself to us slowly
when we are weary and in needof something…
…anything
a cluster of primrose
hidden upon the forest floor
a sunset that illumines
the horizon as well as the heart
a gentle smile from a stranger
that seems to understand
more often
Love comes to us softly
barely noticed
like a dandelion seed
carrying a wish
upon the evening breeze
or a poem
whispered at night
from depths of one heart
into the heart of another
