looking deep into
the intimate landscape close
shows the gentle greening
of springtime's newborn rose
soft green grows out from
winter's tired and frozen brown
new life pulsing through
last years branches now grown
walking through the wood
taking care not to shatter
the soft pale seedlings
that winds toss and scatter
soft sunlight whispers the birth of spring
once again gentle growing brings
warm sun rains
like molten honey
heating my heart through
melting winters cold
sharp blue waves
stretch to match the skies
white froth mimics clouds
sailing the skies bold
drifting bolts
reach lazy sails to wind
to soon race currents
magic never old
as so my heart longs to fly
skimmimg the waves to reach the sky
moonlit dance
over field of new mown hay
evoking gentle mem'ry
of a sun-kissed summer day
crackling leaves
echo footsteps on the wind
bits of orange, red, gold now
lost as colors blend to grey
ripened smell
where our walking calls to mind
fragrant cinnamon evenings
where only the moon holds sway
autumn crispness lingers on
last breath of summer before winters song
winter fields of brown edged-furrows
growing drifts of white
that ripen to gold
in the setting sun
tall shadowed trees that bend branches
to tickle bushes
with leaf drops of snow
after day's done
going home late, slanting shadows
grow to horizons
to match the lines of fields
where now I run
makes me feel ever slight
in the winter evening's twilight
all work copyright 1997, MLZ