. . . . . . . I love you.
The dips and the
crests of you. The wild living
heart of you. I love every part of you.
In spring you grow and deepen and in
summer you glow. In autumn I leave you. As
I walk away weeping, you rustle and sigh
behind me, your extremeties dying. But winter
is for sleeping and we have to part for a
while. When warmer weather returns you will
stretch and grow again. You will protect me
and caress my spirit with bright flowers.
You will welcome me into the heart of you.
Again I will walk your verdant
paths, and smile
beneath
your
ever
expand -
ing canopy
of green leaves
© Jane Paterson Basil
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