Infinite, Always

Infinite, Always

In the gardens, you;
You in the deeps, the blues,
the settling of quiet, you,
in the bloom of a sigh of the self
that knows of coming home; you
image and likeness and love;
you of wing and footfall,
all seasons, each beauty,
Infinite, always, and everywhere,
no where apart from 

Kimberly M. King

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