Somehow the thought of you . . .
Rushed in with a swiftness that knocked me to my knees,
Praying for a release quick in coming
Somehow the look from you . . .
Is a spark that quickly quietly – ignites,
A hot match tossed onto dry underbrush
Somehow the heart of you . . .
Peeked out one sunset,
Between the bites of peach cobbler and sips of mimosa
It lingered just long enough,
To cause my soul to sigh
National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 24 has me reminiscing the first spark.