Little Green Promises
A thousand summers have passed in four short seasons Each to leave the vine that clothes me Stretched out in cascades of sunbeams and myrtle And I wonder of the token of a broken moon Elliptical and still as it filters into mind Still warm in the waiting waters of surfeit pools A blanket dancing out onto the willful sands As time is always green and forward thinking Leaving my imprint over sedge and sleeping sorrows Memorizing halls that traveled into dreamed tomorrows And I wonder of the blending of two colors Making sense and filling voids of aqua and pine Ticking out degrees of teal in its prime Sky and water, the rain and rain dancer Both vintages to be cherished in an undulating wave When harmony is found at last the cast away of time And pictures are immortal in their forever film Small sounds draw the ear to listen and to hear While arms extend the broadest welcome mat by far Stretched out upon a carpet of soft breeze and bumble bees Whittled notes form velvet throats up in the trees Reminders take my hand recalling all of these And green is just the symbol of a wanted child Letting up the swallowed hardships as each day is smiled Knowing all the chasms so familiar in the foot falls made A way of reckoning a promise kept and sent to autumn glade And carried into summer sounds of gems cupped in my palm Copyright Kkh 02/03/05