Ivan Shishkin
They are dark and strong and beautiful
If you look closely you will see
Jagged lines etched into the bark
The hand of time must have its way
I need to be there, now more than ever
Inhaling the scent of ivory spring and aqua-velva
The rush of the wind has not changed its song
Longing and need as keen now as then
The headiness of youth lies in the musky underbrush
But I prefer the passion of maturity and experience
A sapling cannot be impatient and youth cannot have it all
A branch snaps beneath our feet; your arms encircle me
They are dark and strong and beautiful
If I look closely I will see
The jagged lines etched into your bark
Time stops; it cannot always have its way
Janet~
Margo Roby's Prompt; A place