27 July 2009


Time curves into the ripples of the lake
swirled into the depths by canoe paddles ;
dips into the touch of your fingertips on mine ;
& in the dance of sparks,
time waltzes with rustles of birches ;
into the warm breeze between gray skies and sunshine ;
and time is frozen forever in a quiet corner of my mind
where I save contentment, ectasy, peace
and the simple joy of sharing time ... with you

July 20, 2009