There are traces of the sun
In your smile
Sparkle of the stars
In your eyes
Intriguing hint
Of foxy guile
That makes me pause
And realize
That your tears are like
Springtime rain
Walnut brown eyes wide
As Montana skies
Your breath the zephyr
Of the mountain pass
Breast a nest for hummingbirds
And cold Heart rimmed with ice
Attitude both bad and good
As changeable as the weather
Hale and hard as hickory wood
And hardy as the heather
If all the heavens beauty could be
Conjoined in one solid mass
Twould be as hard as flint could be
Yet both soft as meadow grass
…You are Nature…
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