Pollen

Feelings of Nostalga and Love

I saw
for the first time
in what seemed like
only a few seconds

A light
the dim light of the sun
in the early morning
shining through the open window

I could even see the pollen
that the wind itself carried
painting itself in my presence
with several shades of pink

The sheets are still so cool
the sun shines
and the hummingbirds sing
and there’s a sound of a rusty swing

In a moment I remember you
everything is warmer