It was in the Spring of
The mighty Cottonwoods when
I knew that this love of ours
Was both true and eternal.
Those cloud-white flitting, falling blooms
Made the air of Earth but
Space. A shimmering shower of stars,
With Heaven’s depths notched in the deep
Brown ridges of their bark skin.
The grass melted into galaxies
Beneath my feet – their green
Blanket appeared as the great
Nebulae, through clear streams
Of Cosmos. The finest scene,
Art’s greatest achievement in
That infintesimal moment, where
Sight, senses, soul, and heart made
Perfect peace, within me.