Law of Kind

clouds are silent
air immense
birds swoop and dip
over leafy-headed spring trees
flush of pink warms the air
gold lays all bare and silent:
view picked-clean by sun

and I, here too, pondering
breathing, reading, pondering: you:
strange one
who will wander down to spend your time
in my room

day descends to gloom 
and on the greening grass
well below, gay voices
pick-up each other's echo
and arms are twined
in recognition of the year's
blind love affair with itself:
rebirth: the law of kind
still exists on this earth
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