Secrets
I long to stand like Ponderosa pines
Breathed and breathing
Naked to the wind and the rain
Poised always to receive
Always to give
Freely
I long to dance like Oregon air
My face open and giddy
My embrace wide as the sky
Moving always to give
Always to receive
Freely
I long to love like Love
Always loving
Freely
Jewniquely Myself 
Hello, Poet Joan–What a marvelous Thanksgiving poem! After your excellent first, attention-grabbing line, your seventh line about the “Oregon air” is stellar. Thanks for the gift of your poetry tonight!
Best always, Alice and Willow
So happy to know your are reading and enjoying my scribbles, dear Alice. Wishing you blessings and a sweet day *willows in mist**sunlight through fir branches**smiling heart*