Among the Clues

Among the clues:

is the bend of trees in the wind,
brush of petal and bee,
the surrogate symphony 
of crickets in the night.

Where is that lean ambition now
of the boy, of the girl,
fingers weaving to the plush sound
of call and response, response and call?

Have we run the path
danced a dance
played a part
bowed and curtsied

and left love and its making
to the woods, to the garden, 
to the insects 
laughing in the dark?


  
Next
Contents
Home page