one single impression: trembling

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Trembling
In evening's cool
The leaves, tipped in silver
Stir and rustle, speaking softly
Your name, carried on the wind
Wending its way to me
Like the bird that finds
With unerring accuracy
Its home when winter is done

With trembling fingers
I trace the delicate curves
I love so well
Feeling the silk give way
Under my gentlest touch
The glowing warmth beneath
Breathing its own perfume
Drawing me inexorably nearer

With trembling lips
I whisper back an echo
Of that music in the leaves
In hope that when the song
Is sung in two part harmony
Perhaps the season
Will cease to matter
And home will simply be home

With shuttered eyes,
I think of you, longing,
And the whole of my being
Shivers at the thought.

One Single Impression

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About this piece: We may tremble for many reasons. Sometimes they're the best kind of reasons.

About the photo: Jordan Lake, July 2009. Not exactly cool that evening.

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