I love the way the pink hues of a sunset brush across the sky
In wide strokes and short strokes
Paint spilled on canvas.
I love the way the wildflowers tickle my legs
Wrapping themselves lovingly around my calves
Shedding their seed in the lining of my socks.
I love the way the grasses bend to the whims of the beasts
Bent and broken in perfect synchrony
Fields of grain turned oceans of rolling gold waves.
I love the sound of my feet upon the earth
Small indentations in the loosened soil
Memories of paces tread and miles adventures.
I love the sound of the trees
The rustling of their leaves in the breeze
The swaying dance of their branches as they carve out shadows in the earth.
I love the sound of the birds
The soft whistles of their song
Sweet melodies ringing out in a twilight wonderland of natural splendor.
I love the feel of the sinking sun against my face
The trickle of warmth upon my skin
Glimmers of a dying fire burning against my brow.
I love the feel of the sweat that clings like dew upon sun kissed skin
Cleansing my body
The burdens of this world leave streaks as they travel down the curve of my jaw.
I love the feel of the air as it swirls about me
Filling my lungs with purity and my body with life
Wrapping its arms around me in the eternal embrace of surrender.
I love this world.
Every darkened corner and every illuminated center it speaks to me in languages long forgotten by my mind but remembered by my soul.
This is the alter of the world
Where weary travelers succumb to tranquility
Where wells are refilled and spirits quenched
Where hearts are revived with the melody of creation
Love poems murmured at the close of a dying day.
Do you love me
The moon says yes
In the way her glowing light
Kisses my fair skin
Bathing me in the translucency
I’m new again.