Suppose There Were No Words

 

 

Suppose there were no words.
How would you know I love you?
In Springtime you would hear my voice in these:
The iris on the mountainside,
The cranes, the apple trees;
In Summertime: the columbine;
In Autumn: purple asters, fireweed;
In Wintertime: soft-falling snow;
And Anytime, you could look into my eyes
And you would know.