Spellbound Poem by Susan Lacovara

The lemon tipped trees
in, the barely there, breeze
bow their heads in afternoon slumber

Sky, cornflower blue
Like the sweet eyes, of you
Spellbound, I, captive, fall under

In the ease of your love
on the borrowed wings of a dove
uplifted, to new heights, and soaring

Not a cloud overhead
since the words that you've said
flood my heart, unexpected, downpouring

See the Monarchs migrating
to the gulf stream awaiting
Yet I choose to stay near to thee

And share in your seasons
for whatever my reasons
Unlike butterflies, I've no need to be free