noticing you

the leaves on the red oak,
leftovers from last summer's feast,
well, they tremble just like you;

and those white pines over there,
they shimmy and sway,
and show their petticoats,
like you sometimes do;

those swallows form a flying V,
and the leader somehow
always knows where to go,
just like you;

and the crocuses, peeking
tiny heads out of the snow,
they peer at me,
with more than passing
much like you;

and all of that
makes me dwell on you,
as I am happy
for your noticing me.

March 6, 2009, for Kimberly.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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