First kiss will be the brush of hemlock boughs laden of snow canopies.
Second kiss ~ dancing wheat, the many shafts that cover the acres.
Third a chickadee on holly, red berries with the black and white.
Fourth kiss a pool of water. mythical oasis. still. reflecting moon.
Our fifth finds mountains tumbling, youth’s edges blunt by time.
Sixth Seventh Eight, the wind stars and seas
in their ever changing ever presence.
Ninth shall find us naked, sand curving round to protect.
Tenth a golden sunbeam tracing life’s hand back again.
Julie A. Kuhn ’81 lives and works in the Boston area. She loves nature, and thanks Professor Paul Noguchi, recently retired professor of Anthropology, for giving her a beautiful full life and worldview.