Thank you Denise, Elizabeth, Parker, Serenity and Hoot
and a very special thanks to Winter blossoms, from eager bulbs, that invented new boundaries for Spring
there are neural pathways that your body has etched into the memories of my cells -- charges have already been exchanged -- chemical reactions have already bonded us. you are my nucleus, my center, my Core.
I love the cycle of life that plays out in the earth's gardens...you poem is wonderful!
If a flower is plucked by some raging storm, another bloom will be set by itís seeds, itís petals will enrich the ground, and nothing will be lost or forgotten. In Spring new flowers will color the hills, and from a mound of plain, brown earth life will return.