Sunday, December 20, 2015

Solstice Valentine

The breeze is so slight
only two or three blades
of grass are moving the air
is white with sunlight
high up in the leaves
the cat of the world
curls at your feet
an animal’s pure love
a plant’s pleasure
do you see now
how love had to
invent time for us
if it was ever going
to accomplish
the kind of tenderness
it had imagined
in its first awakening

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