Monday, February 11, 2013

November Lovers - Maroney

Goose guardians upon
The slate gray pond
He sees the gray sky
And the tumult
A swarm of leaves

She sees the ineffable
Love of nature, our
Over the little dale
Where the red sumac
Falls in spears of sorrow

(not really sorrow, but an inevitable pain
an arthritic joint we have gotten used to)

I see them both
Young lovers in November
Nuzzled up against
A dying word, snuggling
Down to life’s last embers
With God in this all.

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