i mean like the sweet kiss of
cranberry clinging to its bark
like a blue sky
kissing its once young leaves
now bent in grace
but then it is easy to love you
warm and kind
like amber rain falling
upon the wellspring of heaven
that is seen only by
those who seek its elusive door
through natures tender
hand
hand
bkmackenzie 2019
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