Almost in Love

I am almost in love with my beautiful world,
For now that spring is here all her latent beauty has sprung forth.
The golden yellow-rich dandelions
Speckle a background of green,
While tree trunks and branches
Unfold their masterpieces of intricate foliage.
The small milky-yolked daisies speak of purity and light
And Coy minute blue flowers assert their tiny space.
I am almost in love - 
In love with the murmer of the wind,
With the bird that hops 
And the cat stealthily stealing.
Almost in love - 
But for that purple tinge of a mystery bloom,
That reminds me of a pain 
- Still lingering from an unrequited Love.
 
Dedicated to David Anthony Grahame, beloved father of my two children who died in September 2002