It was in the spring; we were younger then.
Shrouded in fog, surrounded by melting snow.
A dim gray light, trickling through thick clouds,
Made you look almost colourless.
Mist filled the air and blurred my eyes.
All of you for me alone.
How could I be so fortunate?
I had to see you again; an innocent rendez-vous.
Chaperoned by all these unsuspecting bystanders.
Your voice echoed through the forest,
Familiar, mighty, thunderous, inviting.
No clouds today, only blue sky.
Around the bend, there you were again
In all your splendour.
Until next time…
An impromptu visit to Bond Falls, MI