A Love Poem

Every snowflake,
every wispy cloud framed against an azure sky,
every dandelion puff I've made for you.
The hot, rich, dusty smell of petrichor,
the palpable feeling of home you feel in your mother's arms,
the delight you feel in a flower filled meadow.
A love poem to you.
And the yellow flowers,
all of the yellow flowers -
the ones that appear soon after the snow melts
and the ones that linger late into the autumn
whispering I love you.
And even though the grass withers and the flowers fade,
my word stands forever:
I love you.
I love you.