Pulsing summer sun,
you are the laughter of ocean surf.
You are chasing June bugs, running barefoot
through fields of green and smiling
at each other as we lick banana
popsicles and listen to
the wind.

            Yours is a tender love
as sure as the air that is ours to breathe,
enough to sustain this separation
            so long.

January moon,
I am a soulful winter night, the howling
wolf and the relentless whipping wind that
carries his plaintiff call. I am the pristine
snowflake swirling patterns of peace
with my truth, beautiful
and bold.

            Mine is a fierce love
that will endure the firestorms of hell
in the hope that you will return
            one day.

Seasons weaving in
and out of each other, we are two strands
of a single soul double helix, stronger together.
We are the warmth of blue-sky sun
after the rain and the joy of a child
chasing a Swallowtail
in spring.

            Ours is love – tender, fierce –
that will persevere to dispel doubt, heal
division and reveal the harmony of who
            we are.