it is only
by your hand
that i have ever known
of happiness
in the days
of verdant fleeing
further
than could fill the eye
it was you
and i
as nature
sprawling Rosy Fairy Lantern’s light
through Mustang Clovers
endless rows
arose Sierra Columbine
and Blazing Stars
of Indian Paintbrush
lingering
on the lake
along with Larkspur
and Lupine
still
i must confess
the scented prism
of your tresses
mesmerized
my waking dream
unfolding
a golden emergence
in shaded respite
the world would shrink
like boulders slow succumb
to sand
analyzing every aspect
quantum flecks
to speckled skies
all i ever cherished
lay beside me
in the squander
of youth
not a word
was left unheard
as brief
as summer’s stay
[image credit: Ansel Adams]
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