Apple Blossom Land

Broad meadows, mild summers,
Gentle-pink flows into chalk white
The sky radiant with blue joy

Time passes itself
From summer to fall
Leaves – green and golden

I am a nothing in a jug
High grasses sing swaying
Love protects from crushing

Years... Lifetimes...
Nostalgia - everything passes
and new things develop

Orange red country of full warmth
develops after my time
- the pain is sweet.