To the World: A Valentine

The herons perched at the tottery ends of twig-like branches,

Hopping competitively to the edge until the limbs bend,

I love you.

The cold eastern wind that knocks the walker’s breath away

Spearing through woolen gloves, coat, and muffler,

I love you.

Waves that batter the coastline, each an individual whirl

An eccentric will, water and foam and salt,

I love you.

Dogs that chase sticks, balls, tails, one another

Laugh-barking with joy, exploring their doggy worlds

I love you.

Humanity who smiles despite what life has taught

Pushing for change, seeking new hope, refusing failure,

I love you.