You

You are my love, my world.
You contain waterfalls, whirlwinds, and wolves.
You give me everything.
I am entranced.

The serenity of your winters is matched only
By the joy of your summers,
By the white-hot heat of your passionate mayhem,
By cats that eat their young,

Because you explode into spring
And bring with you the thing
That makes life, living while
You're suppressing a smile

Of becoming and being and seeing and freeing
And when you have lived you retire
To reflect
On the chaos and beauty you've left
To deflect
Petty claims on your soul,
Airs of pity or guilt,
All denial of anything nature has built.

We are parts to a whole.
We are leaves that won't wilt,
And in autumn, our goal
Is that blood will be spilt.