Sharon waving goodbye
dance through green trees.
Leaves dip and bow.
There’s no hurry now.
In their movements
time rents a generous space,
fills it with your face.
I loved you that summer
of cloudless skies,
unending wind,
early morning mists melting
time present into time past.
I loved you as I had not
known love to exist.
It poured from an
untouched part of me
asleep for half a lifetime,
waiting for you.
Whatever the future holds,
I know
if only for a moment,
I know
I learned to love again
that summer soft breezes
danced through green trees.
