Wild, is your nature,
Yet, in infinitely perfect
Balance.
There was a time,
When I might have taken you
For granted,
But never now,
Now, is when every minute with you,
Breaks my heart,
Both with my human transience,
And the permanence,
Of your beauty.
I cannot capture you,
Here, or
Ever.
I can only be,
In you,
As you are in me,
Here, and
Now.
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Nice poem. Thanks so much!
Hi Ed. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. Much appreciated!
Your poetry is exquisite – this one in particular captures in words and cadence what I feel moment to moment, living in the Adirondacks, a newcomer and artist, on daily sensory overload!
I appreciate your read and lovely words Marilu! So glad you liked this little homage to the Adirondacks. I know exactly what you mean about sensory overload. Enjoy and create!