Columbine Time

Beside the mountain waterfall

My true heart love and I

Tasted mists so fresh and cool

Watching wind-tossed columbines

The hummingbird was made to dip

Whilst feeding at the sky bells

The wind sped him upon his way

To the next set of blue-white shells

I felt his lips upon my neck

Closing my eyes to the sun

Completely at peace in our little spot

My true love and I are one