Sunday, 16 February 2020

Long valentine

There are deeper loves apart from humans,
the burnished copper of the sinking suns,
the sound of spinning wheels on laterite,
and heels on mud - the primal connections.

The acacias in their fortresses of thorns,
the smell of raindrops on the guinea corn,
the needlepoint of stars upon the night
on homing traffic and a faint air horn.

A love much deeper than skin-deep or flesh-, 
beyond the frames of every consciousness,
the instinct by which a leaf turns to light,
innate, intrinsic to its life process.

Carried over from each birth and rebirth
this long valentine to the sun and earth.


  1. A valentine which you will be shocked and surprised to learn that I do my very best to celebrate each and every day. In awe, in wonder, in gratitude. And sadly often in fear these days.

    1. Thank you so much for your eloquent and emotive sonnet. It says so much and with so much heart.

    2. No, I'm not surprised, EC. I see this valentine celebrated by you every Sunday through the photos. Thank you for those and for being here.

  2. Hari OM
    Yup, slipped right into that fondness with you! YAM xx

  3. Love is everywhere and in all things.

  4. Hi Nila - it is all around us ... humans and life in general ... each aspect is touched by a warmth of nature, or of a life-giving desire to be here - wonderful poem. Cheers Hilary

  5. lovely valentine. And it all seems to persevere despite hate heaped upon it all. Hope you have a good calm week.

  6. A touch of the warm and fuzzies. Beautiful, Nila. See you soon on the cafe terrace.