A Morning Early in the New Year
Your spirit is on the wind
I can hear it
I can feel it
The trees are alive with it
They are dancing
They know the joy of your presence
And cannot stay still
Sometimes they sway in utter satisfaction
Sometimes they shudder in absolute delight
Across the river
Your hands are moving gently
Through the grasses upon the dunes
You are caressing them softly
As if you love them
As if you made them for your delight
And then the wind swirls around me
And I shudder and sway
Beneath your caress
We enjoy you together
The trees, the grasses, and I
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