Wednesday, July 1, 2015

With You

The fields, green with snow
under an apple blue sky; 

you, brimming
winter’s brightness, 

turning cartwheels;
your whole body grinning. 

The silver trees of our breathing
in full flower; 

my golden happiness
in being with you 

till the shafts of shadow
turned purple at sunset; 

       and our hours together
       colourless at parting.

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