Offering

If I could return to your sanctuary I would bring one last offering.  Those words you loved,  that you spoke a thousand times  or wrote just once.  I would place them near, lay those tender verses down beside you.

Wildwood

 

A trampled path winds
its way through the
reaching arms of evergreen
to a misty wild wood where my
heart lies down with yours.
White tail deer nibble goldenrod
and lift the veil of solitude.
Spring showers and wild flowers
flourish there  where
April lives forever.

 

art © Joan Egert

 

In Memory

Offerings

If  I should return to your provenance  I would bring one last offering.  Those words you loved,  that you spoke a thousand times  or wrote just once.  I would place them near,  let those tender verses lie down beside you.

 

Wild wood

A trampled path winds

its way through the

reaching arms of evergreen

to a misty wild wood where my

heart lies down with yours.

White tail deer nibble goldenrod

lift the veil of solitude.

Spring showers and wild flowers

flourish here where

April lives forever.

image © Joan Egert