A spring poem for summer: I wrote this when we lived in Switzerland, in Basel, where the Wiese flows into the Rhine. I had lost it in some papers and then one day it ermerged, so I thought I would like to share it.
While I rest near the trees by the river,
Sunshine and shadow play amidst the leaves,
And then my glance perceives fleeting faces
in the ground mist clinging still in darker places.
I cannot move for fear to lose
the image now upon my eye…
The tender smile I never thought to see again…
But roiling clouds come charging by
and hide the sun.
Light dims, shadows fade, the face is gone.
Now I walk on
enveloped in my memories
And the green glowing bird song of spring.
