I pause on my porch,
empty pails in hands,
contemplating a parching garden.
Autumn has come
with its glittering aura,
withering grasses,
glass-brittle leaves.
This morning a message
arrived from Eleni,
a vivid Aegean
refraction of spring.
How many seasons
since I emerged,
passionate, rapturous,
onto that beach?
How many summers
since I sang greetings
to those horizons
where shoulders of islands
rear into dawns where the sheer
breath of roses passes afresh
through the Homeric songlines?
Lower the pails to the ground,
fill your cases
with items you'll take
on that ultimate journey,
back to the shimmering
light on the seas,
shores where fig roots twine
with the lemon tree's...
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for Eleni Fourtouni
Rhapsody
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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Appriciate you classical inclinations!!! Do you participate in www.poets.com dear Jena?
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