i see you
in the heather of the high valley;
on the ripples of the waves —
your kiss silver light in the snow;
your laughter as rocks tumbling in the brook.
hail whispers your name;
willows susurrate, your scarves in the wind!
birds dart to and fro, with sunflower seeds you love;
lightning is your anger,
sunlight your warm welcome;
alone in a quiet place,
i hear you speak my name.
if i am ever lost in wilderness,
you are always with me.

 - the heather of the high valley, connelly barnes, 2015-08-14