Love Comes In Cinnamon

Children come in all the colors of the earth.
For love comes in cinnamon, walnut, and wheat,
The roaring browns of bears and soaring eagles,
Love is amber and ivory and ginger and sweet,
The whispering goals of late summer grasses,
Like caramel, and chocolate, and the honey of bees.
And crackling russets of fallen leaves,
The tinkling pinks of tiny seashells by the rumbling sea.
Dark as leopard spots, light as sand,
Children buzz with laughter that kisses our land
Children come with hair like bouncy baby lambs,
With sunlight like butterflies happy and free,
Or hair that flows like water,
Or hair that curls like the sea.
Children come in all the colors of the earth.
They are sleeping cats in snoozy cat colors.
Children come in all the colors of love,
In endless shades of you and me.