mount olympus... 
Serenade
With sweet fallen rain
and gentle moonbeams
you walked through
the shadows
of my life.
Memories and photographs
that seem seasons ago
echo and haunt
my silence
diminished.
Lushly scented words
spoken with thorns
how was it
my songbird
that I knew?
Vanity and recompense
and I alone
lost and forgiven
by an autumn
day's musings.
Steven Anthony Barnett
Copyright 2001 Steven Barnett
this poem will be published in a book entitled "Nature's Echoes" available through the International Library of Poetry, available 12-01. |
