I steer my boat
beneath the lacy moss of
cedar trees where a lark drapes
her song, a spray of flowers, along
the whispering stream.
Beyond the shallows a wooden bridge
where we cast our secrets to the water,
goldenrod along the bank witness the
breathless embrace of lovers.
So blue were your eyes those summer days,
how endlessly deep the longing.
art by Steve Hanks
