Lopsided Love

Cool flakes land
sweet tiny gifts 
as the sky kisses my face, 
a shy offer of love
from an unknown place.

Like any tender touch 
they linger on my skin,
proof of this thing we have,
Nature and I.

It’s not balanced, I know,
with all the taking I do.
Giving only now and then,
and then so little. 

I go about my business,
barely notice the bluest of skies,
even turn against the soft snow 
until it suits me to see.

Still, somehow, we are in love
this world and I,
me the one working my way back 
to that first time
when I felt how much there was
too much 
like a mother’s love
infinite, unconditional, everywhere,
easy to miss
as air and water,
only priceless when exhausted.

I feel it now, so deep and full.
Forget I will.
Return I will.
Take me back they will,
day after day after day.