Dewdrops Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I watch the fragile dewdrops
On morning's fertile treetops
Oblivious to scorching
Of summer's noonday torching

Ours was a woodland playground
In vines of passion hearts bound
All hesitation ending
In lacelike ferns soon blending

As dragonflies were glinting
Small butterflies were hinting
Such forest born enfolding
Would lead to earthen mourning

Your face of burnished glowing
Gave no hint you were going
Then without any warning
You left me in the morning

What use remorse or scolding
Allowing that exposing
To lovers heights of rapture
No earthly snare could capture?

The laws of life don't censure
The little deer that venture
To meadows filled with danger
Where death is not a stranger

Yet where can I find shelter
Undone by midday swelter
Soul broken by the rending
That day of baffling ending?

Each morning still brings dewdrops
On lush and fragrant treetops
Before the sun's harsh burning
Incinerates their yearning.