Valley

I wonder now 
if love inspires 
or if it’s 
just of another 
for this love 
that I have 
found of myself 
is a quiet 
kind not prone 
to any words
but the kind 
that I’ve felt 
for others screams
from mountain tops 
so I think 
that the love 
for one’s very
own self is 
found in valleys 
amongst the winding 
rivers and prairie 
a hushed forest 
kind of love 
full of pine 
needle smells and 
times own crunch