Thursday, August 10, 2017

                                                                  Nicolae Grigorescu

Shall I dust
Or sit and watch the sun
Play light and shadow games
On every leaf
Gold and black calligraphy
Secret sonnets
Just for me
And the tiny wren
Who nestles in the vine
Shall I wash
Or lose my way within the wind
We traipse the garden
He and I
Turning every blossom to the bee
We hum the grasses lazily
And trace a path of ghost steps
On the lawn
Shall I sweep
Or shall I practice on my echo
Every trill and buzz
And rattle
Every languid summer song

Sara Mathews     August 2017

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