I woke up today thinking of the photos I took at the Denver Botanic Gardens in January.

It was freezing cold, and the gardens were clasped in the icy grip of winter.

The pictures reminded me that love can last through any season.

And bloom again & again.

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

And as a final kiss, here’s one of my favorite poems from e.e. cummings:

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty        how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

      spring)