that wind at your back
with my eyes and my name
is me breathing.

those clouds overhead
with hands full of rain
is my song.

that tree by the porch
where you swing -
holds a torch
and my
meaning.

evergreen in your season.


II

those butterflies
that can’t tell
the flowers
about you….

are telling them all
just the same.

they know all about
how my love
surrounds
you.

and now they’re
doing the
same.