Each Hilltop is Home
I draw your deep green deep inside as a salve
Each memory and sight deeply soothes each heart valve.
Life softens and breathes; wraps its own in such care
That Love presses in from All everywhere.
Living valleys lie between all the hilltops bright.
They unfold a safe nest of their peace at twilight.
Even when in deep slumber with the trees and starlight,
I am held by the green, by an All tender might.
I join new day with each path through Life’s Art
The trees bend forward, shade begins to part.
Each hilltop is home as I stand and admire
Your green, the unseen and nature All, the Entire.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo credit: Ovidiu Satmari)