In the morning
when the crisp apple breeze makes every leaf tingle and shudder
our eyes focus in your presence.
New beginnings
shimmering ideas
reach out from you
rays of the sun, polychromatic
at times, overwhelming.
And your words, and your wise and crackling eyes
irradiating that light
pure and glowing with warmth
which seeps into our labyrinth hearts
are the spark
where from a seed
someday will an oak tree grow.
2011
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