The sound of my lover
coming from the hills
quickly, like a deer
upon the mountains
Now at my windows,
walking by the walls,
here at the lattices
he calls--
Come with me,
my love,
come away
For the long wet months are past,
the rains have fed the earth
and left it bright with blossoms
Birds wing in the low sky,
dove and songbird singing
in the open air above
Earth nourishing tree and vine,
green fig and tender grape,
green and tender fragrance
Come with me,
my love,
come away
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Today's Song
The sun came out today after weeks of rain. The day was so achingly beautiful, it made me miss being home. It felt like the sudden burst of Spring. Then I remembered this poem, from Song of Songs.
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