Love Sonnet LXIX
Love isn’t always on time, sometimes
it travels back country roads,
avoiding ruts and detours, and often,
gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead
ends. And then, then you come across an
open field filled with Blue Bells and
Poppies, swaying to African beats that
play on the radio. Talking drums
speak in wildflowers and jungle
heat, in words that find Time
lost among the Bougainvillea and
Bromeliads of my heart. Love isn’t
always on time, yet sometimes,
it comes unexpectedly, and right on time.
redzone 11.3.2025








It comes exactly when it means to. Sometimes when we’re not looking. Beautiful poem
Exactly, Willow. And, I think too, this “unexpected love” is or becomes the love of your life!! Thanks for your kind words, Willow, you and they are much appreciated.
Both beautiful and brilliant… and when it’s unexpected it’s more fulfilling and overwhelming… and… right.