My friends, how do I love you? I love you as the vibrant pulse of life.
I love you as a wild ginger.
A bleeding heart.
As cactus, cloven, we know not why.
And staghorn ferns, as well .
As nettles, with their spines we learn to live with.
Veronica seed–a heart that follows bloom.
I love you as I love the violets
and spring beauties popping up before I know that winter passed.
And piggybacks, producing life on life.
I love you as I love the very shapes of nature, even stumps.
And heartwood deep beneath the sap.
I love you as a dewdrop–fragile, fleeting, with me now.
Be mine, with me–and I, today, am yours.