Treasures for my Love

If I spent each afternoon
collecting treasures
bare feet soaking
molecules
of spring rain
from padded undergrowth,
ears tuned to raindrops
low, rumbling thunder,
and birdsong.

I would gather rocks for you--
round
pale gold
bright white
jagged crystalline
stones
weighted
in the palm of my hand
each bearing
a mystery composition
of its own.

Beneath a blue-washed sky
my pores absorbing oxygen
I would gather dripping, crooked branches
tiny flowers, heart-shaped leaves
salamanders, tadpoles and
smooth triangles of colored glass.

All these I would bring to you
every afternoon
so you would know
I love you.