Love in the water-fall

 
Love was in the waterfall  
tumbling in black Welsh rock,  
love in the wind combing  
through spring shoots,  
blown away the scales  
waking months of sleeping  
soft green leaves curled in utero  
force their impatient way  
gaining light and freedom  
for one brief year.  
Watch and understand,  
appreciate this gestation  
love  in a water-fall,  
wind and welcome rain.  
Lovers tumble in the meadow,  
dark nights retreating 'til October,  
when all shall start again;  
bellies swell and buds grow plump.