Thursday, March 25, 2010


Like a fist of grass bursting from the earth,
Like the skin of dew sweetening the flowers
In the dream-like glitter of the morning,
You blossom with the wonders of nature.

The springtime seedpods have sprung from their trees
But their ample yield has no way to match
The flush aromas sweeter than the sun
That color your eyes and trail in your wake.

Like a pillar of green propping up the sky,
The perfumed leaves propel you aloft.
I cannot command what opens my heart.
In you I live, love and find my being.

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