A love in verse

You Are Here

1994-12-07
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You are here 

The walls lose the sun, the last shard

Of light caught beneath the eaves

Beckons, fades, gleams again in the chill

Of December afternoon. Long-necked geese

High over the ridge tiles ride the wind

But one change from the other afternoons:

You’re here, you’re present, heard upon the stairs

The grace of your footfall and voice bathes me

On one dim, half-lost winter afternoon

How could summer compete lacking you? 

This is bright summer of the soul for me

When you are here. 

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Perfection

The soft late sun outlines the trees

Before its setting threads the sky

With cloud and gleam then going frees...

Seeking You

Here in the marvellous garden

The magic shadows play;

With the sunlight’s pardon...