• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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I carry parts of you in my handbag,
leaves, concors, berries, acorns,
but mostly I carry you in my heart;
the sweeping russets of autumn,
stark trees frosted, snow silent
as the dormant branches
wrapped in a coat of icy wind.
I walk with you when bluebells spread
under the canopy of new beginnings,
grass verdant and lush while birds
stake out their territory in bright song.
And in summer I languish in your abundance,
revel in the perfume of your fullness,
walk your paths until the ground turns to mulch
and the first fruits fill my handbag with your offerings.