Written amongst trees
Were love letters
Spoken in crevices
Former bud joints.
Written in dried grass
Fallen and blown flat
Mounding and rumpled
Distances still remained.
Written in birds
Soaring up high
Flying in pattern
Collecting in unisen.
Written in biting wind
Words whispered as grace
Heart pointed fleece
Blessed for disguise.
Written in flowing water
Cursing of thy veins
Flowering of all life
Love found in Spring.
I will accept your blinding
The butterflies that come to rest
But I will not accept your reckless
Washing down the valley side
Crevices deepending
As years transcending
This memory I should have discarded
When the water ran dry.
This heart, this heart,
So crisp and clear,
No honesty is left unsaid,
No crevice left unfed.
Hastily moving in torrential exalt
From heavens above
To earth, far below.
And in this journey –
Over cliffs and through ponds,
Your kindness forgets no soul,
No hand left out to dry.
No creature, living nor dead,
Escapes your kind flow,
Effortlessly flowing abundantly
In a perfect example of life.
Symmetry.
And mine toes! They’re freedom!
When dipped in your stead.
No greater feeling alive,
Nor consistently fed
Then your bounty to my bread.