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.