The moon is most happy
When it is full.
And the sun always looksLike a perfectly minted gold coin
That was just Polished
And placed in flightBy God’s playful Kiss.
And so many varieties of fruit
Hang plump and round
From branches that seem like a Sculptor’s hands.
I see the beautiful curve of a pregnant belly
Shaped by a soul within,
And the Earth itself,
And the planets and the Spheres –
I have gotten the hint:
There is something about circles
The Beloved likes.