Love Is Here Poem by Terry Collett

Love is here
she said
lying beside you

in the tall grass
watching
a summer sky

love is rarer
than we think
love comes

like some thief
at night
and breaks into

our hearts
and dreams
but you

were watching
a flying hawk
the way it hovered

in mid air
like some magic thing
hovering there

and putting out a hand
she touched your cheek
her fingers brushing

down your skin
I knew
she said

when I first saw you
it was love
that first intake

of your eyes and hair
the way you were
standing there

but you heard
the words like
drifting smoke

remembering in class
Reynard’s rude
and lurid joke.