Sarabande Upon the Shore

Willows

yes:Willows on our path.

We see them in Winds hollow

breath. Willows with 

seagreen waves touching

sarabande upon the shore. The

bayou yonder seething in

remembrance; as your sapphire hands,

fingers ablaze, gesture 

seaward. On the Crown a Finch 

perched in Shadows: gilded by

the Shore. And our hands,

like the Seasons,

pass.