by Patricia Rogers -
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I am in love.
Madly.
Totally.
With the mountains in the distance.
The fields of tall green grasses
uncut.
Flowers,
white, yellow, purple and blue.
Cattails gone to seed
and bending with age.
Trees
tall and short,
alone and in clumps.
Green-brown slow-moving
glassy streams
cutting through the orange-brown earth.
Black shadows moving across the fields
breaking the sun's light.
Silver flashes of skybirds
as they float.
Gliding and dipping
in the blue stream of air
above me.
I am in love.
Madly.
Totally.
With the smell of wet grass
carried on the wind.
Decaying leaves
in the woods around me.
With the rich, deep
nose-crinkling pungency of the dirt
as I lift the old rock
to see the life beneath it.
I am in love.
Madly.
Totally.
With the heavy metal concert
of spring peepers.
With the sudden plop!
As I approach the brackish pond.
So still now.
So full of matter.
A black hole.
Like its cosmic namesake
no light escapes its embrace.
But here, on earth, life abounds within.
Dragonflies and skimmers;
frog eggs that look like tapioca;
turtles, big and small,
their nostrils showing
in the center
of ever bigger circles on the water.
Bladderwarts below the black marble surface.
Jewelweeds and mayapples on the muddy edges.
Here in this world
imagination and mind
swirl about;
blending with the senses.
Living, dying
the whole of the universe
right here.
Oh, yes,
I am in love.
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