Thinks, had not I, wholly,
perhaps an appreciation,
of appreciation.
Until your entry,
blew in through
my particular portal
and lens,
to this changing, changed,
family of realms.
You gifted that,
from the first instance
of celebration,
to me,
to the world.
Beauty, grace, more.
Come what May.
May my story run true
to it's homing.
Something deep, arises.