As above, so below:

Heaven’s green heart

Beats through

The moss softened bark

Of the reaching oak.

All round,

The sweetest flower-stars;

Wood anemone and celandine.

Here I’m yours

And you are only mine.

Blue arc of air

Throbs with your laugh-

A sudden angel song spiralling above

From this branch below, a throne for love.

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