Poem – You Are:

The crashing wave

And the gentle ebb.

The singer and the


Miles of green fields

Flashing in the breeze.

The moon in the day.

The snow as it falls,

When it shimmers in the dawn.

The willow as it sways.

The riverbank and

The rapids.

The squirrels as they play.

A flower between the stones.

A glow in the darkness.

The forest air

And the scent of earth.

The tempest

And the fair wind.




My love.


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