photoart: ralph murre
Quick
Step
by
Barbara Cranford
Come
with me, my old familiar love,
to
that long, resounding bridge
over
the singing stream
and
remember when we tripped
lightly,
skipping sprightly
with
Amaryllis in the spring.
As
once in another life
in
another place and time––
we
two the same yet not the same,
as
no leaf on any tree is the same
yet
not the same, as last year’s growth
or
next year’s yield––we will step slowly
around
this autumnal glade.
We
will be forgiven
our
forgotten dreams
and
all our broken promises
as
our stately minuet
slips
into two-step,
double-time
and rag.
~
first appeared in Pegasus
