Post by gmspencer on Jul 27, 2009 19:20:28 GMT -5
Beneath this gnarled and leafy tree
The sun can do no harm to me
My cat has curled about my chair
A grassy bed has drawn her there.
The breeze that blows away the heat
Comes and goes, its short life complete,
Like sweaty beads that trickle down
my icy glass upon the ground.
Each one a promise and a pledge,
Of time’s unrelenting progress
That pulls this shadow to my edge
And forces me to make retreat
Along a circle to complete
My own short course this hot day
before the shadow goes away
and darkness shrouds my lovely tree,
And my cat has run away from me.
The sun can do no harm to me
My cat has curled about my chair
A grassy bed has drawn her there.
The breeze that blows away the heat
Comes and goes, its short life complete,
Like sweaty beads that trickle down
my icy glass upon the ground.
Each one a promise and a pledge,
Of time’s unrelenting progress
That pulls this shadow to my edge
And forces me to make retreat
Along a circle to complete
My own short course this hot day
before the shadow goes away
and darkness shrouds my lovely tree,
And my cat has run away from me.