Wednesday 11 April 2012

North Star

 Dreams, of course, - are something –
(but shadows)
compared to green grass or thorny roses,
froth of hawthorn in early spring,
summer’s lazy river bank
or cooling hedgerows brown in fall
when a nightingale rouses and carols;

(but, growing older)
not wiser,
I found a shining
- constant –
certainly you,
my love.

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