As usual I woke up my soul mate this morning with words wrapped in love and red dice around the morning mist on the slopes of our hills. The livestock that we keep have come down from their cages to enjoy breakfast, ladies and gentlemen are alone at the dining table seeing buds in bloom and squirrels jumping after their partners looking for forest grain...
The light green leaves began to bud with their ends clad in dew and the dark green firmly held firm, pegging the branches more firmly, browning leaves to fall in turn, formulating the soil to scent the morning. Like the love of both of us, watching the children mingle at the end of the year...