Saturday, March 30, 2013

Through Bright Morning I Run

Through bright morning I run,
eyes brimful with green love
as the silver world sings

of golden spring,

and through azure noon I love
how joyful psalms, bird-throated, rise
from verdant hills.

But when the long day ends,
in bright window framed
I see
your dark door.

I will not fear the velvet night.
for in the burning stars,
I see your eyes; in hushed
delta breeze,
I hear your voice
calling me.


1 comment:

  1. Very beautiful. I love the eyes "brimful with green love"........and the not fearing the night, for her eyes are the stars.

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