from that which was
another comes –
much stronger for the breaking
sweet perfume defies
the damaged seed –
leaves go brown
as hearts are mended
the path remembers nothing
but a place to rest
with less
the miles between
hands to touch
one day will worry
with time to grieve –
to wonder why
the weeds have thrived
to take the pasture –
beetles brought
the orchard down
seasons pass
as numbered reason
of where we were
when first we knew –
when first we loved
a moment (glistens)
to light the ways
we walk alone
it won’t be long –
becomes another
will none remain
to speak of these –
when apples fell
as seed from heaven –
and lilac wore
her path to me