Beautifully written.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 4/2/02 10:36:25 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Leafmould
Sea mews trail their cries
along the smoking line of surf
where moon bids and seas obey.
Beside a mound, a shadow among shades
remembers the woods and the trees' hush swept
by a wind that rose like a song from the waves.
There, in Eden-light, under an April moon,
they rutted, locked like pale deer,
and woke chilled, gilded by morning light.
Beyond this silence the gull calls and sea stags leap.
Where leaves rot like promises, he lays memories,
wonders, will these few flowers suffice? >>
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