Love is not blind

The rain patters on my checks

But I’m not crying,

Love isn’t blind;

it’s blindingly bright

Even in weather like this,

The river, the soft swell

Filling up each step as

I stumble along this path,

No destination except

Where I already am,

No thought except

To embrace this moment,

The warm breath of spring

That has not yet blossomed,

And may never

But always a bud

Waiting to burst

Full of the ache

Of anticipation

And the whisper of some voice

I can almost but not quite hear,

All life lingering

On the edge of a dream,

Those who love it

Need only listen to her song,

For deep in that voice,

Deep in the gurgle of the river,

Truth can be found,

And we spend a lifetime

Working out the harmony,

And love – even love of nature –

Is simply being there,

Waiting, listening

And breathing deep.