These things
Apr. 19th, 2010 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelI will give you
that aching blue of ocean at the height of spring
the gliding grace of one merganser upon still water
the harrier's smooth wingspan against vivid sky---
the blood of a mouse in her talons.
River-water shining keenly
as the presence of my beloved
as that glorious, drowning sea
its soft voice that sings:
we are alive, we are still alive
and still there is joy, reason to think
there might be one more bright morning
one sharp and hopeful pang of love.
that aching blue of ocean at the height of spring
the gliding grace of one merganser upon still water
the harrier's smooth wingspan against vivid sky---
the blood of a mouse in her talons.
River-water shining keenly
as the presence of my beloved
as that glorious, drowning sea
its soft voice that sings:
we are alive, we are still alive
and still there is joy, reason to think
there might be one more bright morning
one sharp and hopeful pang of love.
