I Heard

I heard
A summer breeze
Drift through the leaves
At midnight
You by my side
I cried
My love
Soft as your touch
You say so much
Without a word
I heard



Washing the dust away
Soaking into the earth all day
Pulled up by eager roots that night
Into the stem, vine, leaves by light
And finally plumping the grapes
Dusty in the sun shapes
Like raindrops


Night Sprite

Once a pale moonlit night
Round a fire danced a sprite
Music played wild and free
How I wish that Imp was me!


© C.G. 2012