Maybe love is not a walk in the park
On a summer’s warm bright sunny day.
Maybe it is a hurricane
That makes dry leaves swirl in its path
Maybe it is the Fall
That makes the fruit ripen on the vine
Maybe it is a mountain lake
Deep and cold
Or a brushfire
Destroying everything in its path.
Perhaps it is as cruel, and real
As sweet, as ephemeral–
A force of nature.