(Midsummer Eve 1988)
and bounding fields,
stand high on stalks,
skinny ladders, peering at me
whizzing by in my little Chevy.
Friends greet me, and dogs and cats,
at the house on the hill, country home.
Downhill, sun's heat rising, I walk to the creek,
with the girl (us, strangers) ahead on the new-made path.
We silently people this greenworld; cool water invites us both barefoot.
Shy acquaintances, each takes in spring's fullness: enfolded in green; comforting Earth.
We wend our way upcreek (little water, for late dry days),
leaving shoes behindand the worldat the fallen tree.
We enter other worlds, each of our own making,
soon one world, both now making: sweet serendipity.
Deerprints and dancing raccoon-marks show neighbors near,
and green stalks promise autumn beauties
Ah! more: her joy mine,
and my joy hers:
unlooked-for, blessed, cherished
E. L. Core
© 1988 ELC
Some Poetry by E. L. Core: Spring
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