It Is Loving Every Other
It is the year; it is the heart;
It is the bride, wearing white, holding the rose.
It is the time, like a pumpkin,
Full and yellow, spinning, dancing,
Into the earth.
It is the seed, coming to air,
Coming to light, coming to water,
Under the earth;
Coming to fruit, coming to leaves, coming to stems.
Tall and pale, brides are stepping
With leafy feet, waving the rose.
It is the time, like a pumpkin, they will love
In the year of the heart.