© Joan Currie

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient tree, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
from Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love by Rilke

 Glorious palette of colors, glorious day of love…