Are you not of the earth
the very mud under the forest floor
matted, dense, fecund and ripe
with your soul’s shed body!
Here you make love to the autumn
leavings
with your fingertips as icy as winter’s
sharpest breath.
And I love you more than the warmth
you draw through my heart and my flesh. ~ PdvMorris
photog:Suzy Suzyy