Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Evening by the Lake

autumn leaves glow from within
sun-caught jewels
spice is in the air

Slivers of night are falling into day
and the breeze is carrying
the memory of morning

The sludge of toil is washing away
a wind is blowing-
like that first quiet breath
which awoke my soul

Twelve red roses floated to me
-your hand is warm
we are silent together
stones beneath our feet
listening for the wind, the birds, the muse

The clouds are gauzy and colourful
rolls of darkness are hurrying behind them
night is coming
our words grow misty

We are climbing together.

1 comment:

Avi Abrams said...

glowing... warm..