Julia, her man and the spring

In her cottage lone and bright
Away a bit from din
Julia had been living quiet
With her garden as it seemed,

Her man, the man who went
To different places for works his
Would come home when the scent
Of spring would catch the breeze,

Julia would wait all months long
All days thinking of him
When spring would give her the song
And glittering waves deck the stream,

She would stand at her door
Peering out to see
If by that pebbled path sure
With blooms woke that tree,

For she knew every year
When that tree would dress up so
Her man would come near
Her with mirth that spring does sow

And then he would come, her man
Walking stones of miles few
He would bring for her stories of lands
And adornments with pinkish hues,

He would tell her how in between
His works and daily fights
He found peace of love clean
Giving him soulful flights,

And Julia would look at him
And think of how is it
Spring comes every year as it seemed
And gives her wonderous treat,

She would think of finding more
Beauty in nature around
She would think of how love pours
Only to keep her bound

To love and her man who
Keeps coming back to her
Walking all the roads to
Her cottage,  on the hills, from far.

( the painting attached for illustrative purpose is part of free internet painting resources, artist : anonymous.) 

O