Saturday, October 11, 2014

Weeds



Weeds   


        Far from home and far from day
Child lost, saw in moon bright and summer warm
        A figure of wonder beneath the grassy slope
And beckoned to sleep within such heathered form,
        Love came to cradle, love came to weep--
Her name but flowers in the moonlight

        In a cold and silent town
Child faded, standing in the wind and rain
        Held a memory on a stained and trampled heart
Of moonlight dancing upon a grassy slope 
        Love's traces grown pale and faceless--
Her name but weeds in the moonlight