My most recent poem was written for my wife a few days before our wedding.The Rain
The Rain by Kevin Kohler
Love is not a warm meal to be devoured
or a fire that brightly for a night
burns away your monsters.
Love is building
A fort in the woods with your friend.
What starts as a few sticks against an oak tree
with patience and planning
soon becomes a shelter for the nights you dream.
When the rain comes
water soaks in
dripping through cracks.
The next morning, together
you patch it.
Layered bark and leaves
over gathered wood
until the spot stays dry.
But the world doesn’t end
there will always be more rain
more cracks through shifting branches.
Love is knowing you can not stop the rain
but together you can keep from being washed away.