Untitled Friday Poem

I have formed an intention to post a poem a week, including those “prepared earlier”, but hoping to push myself to write more. This one was written 10 years ago…

Light as a leaf
I fold into you
I bend in your heart
When nothing is true

Touched by your passing
I fumble for you
And I lie in the dark
Where the true thing is you.

Sunlit leaves

 

The plan is to choose just one poem a week, and illuminate it, if at all possible, with just one photograph. Discipline! Watch this space, every Friday …