The Nature of the Heart

The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;

The Heart is a poet writting
about new born babies and mothers milk;

The Heart is a child’s laughter,
giggling it’s way to mothers precious fruit;

The heart is a new-born hunter,
searching for laughter and giggling
as winter delivers it’s bundled love
as small droplets of mom’s jubilant tears.

I wrote this poem in an attempt to write a metaphor that rolled into another metaphor and so on each time modifying the poem and building on the metaphor before it.