ROOTS OF LOVE: PASSION Summer's sudden passing retains a lingering breeze: leaves fall to rest gently upon dormant soil; electric blue skies display new symbols: v-shapes in white wings pointing south. I wonder: has this season's flow of spring and summer love perished or flown south also in migration? Will it return with the sun of spring when this land re-awakens another season? Or is it that in every spring breeze there is a rebirth of new love, to grow and mature naturally and blend once more within earth's soil following autumn's sudden storms? Deep within I seek the answer: I search my face in each moment of darkness faced, in each fear overcome, in every footstep walked on barren ground, in every sound of mocking laughter – What do I see? I see the time I allowed passion to grow powerfully within my heart, enriching my earth roots as if I too were a seasoned tree. That is what keeps my love alive, renewed, vibrant through each change of season. For once I sought love for its own sake; now love is what I AM.