Evening at Hazeldean
If you knew
how beautiful my country is -
these tawny, leonine foothills
enamoured of the sun,
that cradle
cobalt lobes of lake -
you would prolong your sojourn,
to spend just one more morning,
to postpone the wrench
of parting -
I am sure that you
would wish to stay.
This austere-rich panoply
I'll keep intact for you -
on your return, the hills and I,
the lake, the vast
untarnished sky
where sacred ibis wing their way
will welcome you,
where earth's blue shadow rises
as the light's resplendent heart
departs, and water clings
to its faint image,
faithful to the last.
On the Eve
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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