Tuesday, April 10, 2007

A Day in the Forest



She whispered from the forest, my love, my own,
when the sun was burning down the empty sky,
called me to the cool athyrium glades
of her acquaintance; in accumulating shade
we spread a blanket while the years went by,
bent to study what we’d always known.

The years went by: all that afternoon
we watched them pass, pale sun and thunder
echoing the weathers of our love,
nothing more. No flourishes above
our private climate gave us pause to wonder
at how ancient we’d become, how soon.

4 comments:

Minx said...

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
This captures my belief that nothing is new to us, all is already known.

Debi said...

Oh ....

L.M.Noonan said...

struck dumb...twas marvelous

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