Elements of Love

Hills froth green, conquering tide of leaves

a cover-up for the deprivation

of bare winter’s brown. I strain

to create that burgeoning bloom,

subsume bony branches in soft verdure:

honour fearlessly my green love.

 

Pure snow drifts, nowhere else to be,

soft smudges of white display space,

ever-yielding, accommodating all.

That’s how my love is, transparent,

unbounded, a lesson to snow-blind

short-sightedness, an ever-turning wheel.

 

Deep sky is perfect blue, utter clarity,

mirror to my heart’s precision;

a filament of lightning touches earth,

says I know this love,

I understand: endless, effortless

as a clear running stream.

 

Sun brilliants the yellow sand,

our earth is myriad jewels – we’re rich!

Fearing insatiable emptiness, I possess,

possess, the sheer net worth of it all:

my love is giving, at peace

in our bond of equalness.

 

Seeing this vermilion flower, epitome

of shape holding colour, intense as

fire, it’s a passion, my love,

I feel this red in my heart,

a living web pulling us close,

never losing our fine distinctions.

 

We’re facets of this jewel, flashing

our colours, drawn always to their

finest light.