T’amo
Feelings flood over the fields of my souls
Engendering honesty; true
Love germinates, penetrates the soil/surface
The irrigated land brings forth, seedlings
Tender stalks — reaching out— into the sun
The light heat warmth caresses the infant shoots
Bursting resplendent into life the colorful
extravagance of new, nature
Reborn
waiting to be harvested —
Patience — yet gain
The field lies fallow, flooded with emotion
Hibernating, waiting for Persephone
peacefully, happily, anticipating
Another excerpt from my handwritten journal