Like the seasons of Earth, and the moon's phases,
In your eyes, everything changes.
Things never worthy of note before you,
Now they turn and twist into something new.
Pigment darkens, leaves fall and they die,
Skeleton branches clawing the sky.
Images repeated time and again,
Your eyes doth ordinary rend.
Every branch is different, every leaf unique,
The infinity of patterns each snowflake will seek.
I never noticed the details before
You drew back my curtains and opened my door.
And now, though I feel more overwhelmed by the minute,
My life wouldn't be whole without you right here in it.