likeness

like the lushness of waves
climbing lichened rocks
like the litany of leaves to
the autumn breeze
like the gaiety of a
lighthouse on a burly cliff
like the purpose of a wheelbarrow
next to bales of hay
like the promise of a lark
when it's nearing dark
like the wisdom of age
curled in every old page
like the romance of a train
on the girth of a hill
like the vision of ewes coming
down a valley
like the glory of a windmill
on a bed of green
like the parade of bluejays
over a brook
like the consummation of
Coltrane and rain
you live in me