In a springtime garden
of anticipation
new lovers
gaze deeply into one another’s eyes
seeking answers to questions
they are too afraid to ask
seeing instead only
their own reflection
Who will be the image?
Who the mirror?
Who will be the hand?
Who the glove?
While in an autumn garden
past its ripeness
a couple sits
watching squirrels gather nuts
He has never told
She has never said
Enjoying the moment
They are seasoned lovers
Marv Himmel January 1, 2014 ©