Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem 95: True

Today, there is only one blossom 
on the plum tree by the door. 
Come sit with me and rest a while; 
the porch is sweetly cool. 
Tomorrow, perhaps, those petals 
will fall--I'll still be here with you.
And when night overtakes the garden, dampening the chill air with her breath, we'll watch the stars turning, 
slowly, from our porch swing, 
your hand a blossom in mine.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six



The Albert Stevens Inn, Cape May, NJ
(Photo: Christopher D. Six)