By the Lake with that Apache Name

TYhis poem is an idea engendered by a short story I wrote over two years ago

We meet in the twilit wood

a league west of the Don

Armando's hacienda.

The pungent scent of

Pondorosa pine fills the air.

 

The moon drags tattered veils of mist

acrost yellowed broom sedge

I catch a glimse of bare calf

as you dismount.

 

The lap of water against the shore

melds with forest music.

The sky sparkles, white-hot meteors

race by dancing to the music of the spheres.

 

Night overwhelms

the dying day

 burying light

beneath the horizon.

 

Ember glow reflects from your face

sparkles in your dark brown eyes.

Your russet riding clothes blend with

brown-gold leaves, late spring moonlight.

 

Your riding bonnet set atop

auburn hair allows the moon

to silver tinge your cheeks.

 

Whispers soft as snow fall

mingle with shadow sounds,

A look, a touch, an embrace

 is not enough----

 

Our lips meet in

a showerof

 meteor

 light!

 

Reviews

[C. Rose]

I quite enjoyed this piece. It builds nicely, evoking the feeling of such a powerful meeting of two.

"I catch a glimpse of bare calf as you dismount" what a lovely expression of flesh that didn't go to the typical place of a woman. Very touching thought.

[Valentine]

Back it time to the 1800s and the wooing of the fair senorita..Nice flow nice write..Kathie

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

beautifully moving imagery!~

[Angela]

So beautiful and vivid with imagery. What a romantic you are Robert. I feel ike i have dismounted the horse myself. Love it. Not easy to pull others in!