A New Partner, a Lover

find the new beginnings

the smell of snow and rain
the energy of the moon during transition
that fly that lands on your knee in the opening of spring

find it in nature
you belong there
walk into the canyon arms
you are an old friend
the mother I never had and the father I know too well.
a new partner, a lover

when the leaves fall and the birds sing
on that first silent snowfall, with the moon swinging above
in the disarray of the stars
and in the trunks that hold the canopy up

find your hope
search for it in every smell, sight, and feeling
believe in it, cling to it, wrap your limbs around it
and never let it go.

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