Cycles of Love and Water

I asked the earth to hold your gift.
I told air and sun that they could share.
Today, I walk green fields in a mist
where last I walked in dry despair.

Cycles of Love and Water

Bob Komives

You asked the rain to send your gift.
You trusted that the flood would bring it.
And since you did, I shall trust them now
to return the love within it.

 Fort Collins © 1996 :: Cycles of Love and Water :: ,9605

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