And I would have thought myself inspired,
For the beauty in the dancing leaves,
Flora’s rose perfume staining the clear air,
And the song of the birds, chorus on high,
In such a tongue I never understood,
And yet I lapse and wane in shadow,
My only thoughts of juniper kisses,
Abstinence ne’er showed me shades of mercy,
There is no grace in the falling leaves,
I too fall, from vines of apathy.
Photo by Me.
