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