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.
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!