Eight (2)

1 my first winter and spring were
with you, we entered the Pfynwald
and I wasn't cold, perhaps
the Alps love me
2 and my first temperate summer
we went swimming in Scheveningen
though I couldn't swim
3 when you first came to Asia
the gods must love you because
in Hong Kong they gave you
a wonderful banquet!
4 we were weary but
we walked through Auckland
we found the bay, and I picked my first
Maple leaves in the autumn
5 the view of the coast
from the train on the long journey
to Taitung never left my sleepy head
kept me awake
6 the water was cold but
the sun loved us, warmed us
on a rock on Sirpalesaari island
7 we laughed
because the sausages at that
bed and breakfast in Powys
were really really bad
8 then on an Indian winter
my first firefly came to me
in bed from Vellayani Lake
where you lay with me in wonder
why the gods love us
such fools