We say we fall
in(to)
love

which is true, although, is it not also the case –
? love is where
we originate ?

So there you are,
pushing up snow-pink Magnolia
thirsty for the sun, the shire,
the hum of spring

I’m a Sucker for the Soul –
It’s just as I was always told
‘you should move away
from the
cold’

You see, I had
this
splinter
a red ring at the base

If poetry has motion, I can feel it’s pulse
It ends where it begins
^ deep in the numinous heart of all