Field Maple Triolet

by Liz Bassett

Thinking of you, I see a tree,
and open sky and birds and sun
inside my head.
                             My heart blows free
thinking of you.
                             I see a tree
and you are there, a rolling sea
of light-filled leaves; of love begun.
Thinking of you, I see a tree,
and open sky, and birds, and sun.

I love this poem!