Some days I lie awake and let the earth clothe me in its fresh scents of nature.

Sometimes it reminds me of you —

how your eyes changed colors like the leaves on a tree

during the change of a season —

I always knew when Winter’s blizzards were freezing your heart solid cold

leaving your eyes black and empty —

when Summer’s heat exhausted your ability to be truthful, but I saw the trails of honesty that your sweat droplets left behind as they cried down your dry skin —

even when Spring’s flowers bloomed so delicately out of your veins and filled me with your illustrious scent and made love with mine —

fall came along and spilled eloquent poetry out of your mouth and whispered me to sleep with the susurrus sound of your voice, like that of the rustling leaves on a tree. .

You are nature.

You are everything.

I cannot escape you, love.