A Dalliance Offered...

Tall, slim and graceful, a lovely pine sways

Elegant arcs, dark against a luminous blue sky

Across the meandering glassy stream, is a

Gentle swelling hill with pink boulders improbably stacked

Resting, rough edges smoothed, lichen splashed, doing that

Lizard thing in the sun.

“Come, come the pine beckoned,

Elegant branches weaving blue shadows,

Come, come dance come, come sway,

Sway with me amid the hills.

Enjoy the grass, drink the flower wine.

Savor blowing wind and crystal liquor stream.”

Resting, soaking up the sun, the boulder smiles

“Look at me, worn and smooth.

Time has fitted me into place.

Snows, wind, ice, and rain burnish daily

Eliminating the rough, making me comfortable,

Suitable for the place I need to be.”

“Long have I sat watching the stream.

Watching it wander to and fro.

Feeling it push against my feet.

Carving slowly, polishing there,

Lifting the hill, making soft the valley floor,

Spreading me out for nodding flowers, dancing pines.”

“Come boulder, come.

We will wander the hills see new views.

Enjoy the world, leaving our mark.

Come with me, embrace the day,

Fondle the night with gleaming stars and silver moon,

You and me.”

“I can not,” boulder slowly sighs.

“You see my partner there.

We fit along the rounded seam,

Time and adversity polished smooth.

Inextricably bound as one. We are

Enjoying the view”

A parting wave,

A graceful toss of breathy bough,

A moment gone, so lightly passed,

As if it did not matter.

Moving on into the past

With hurried pace.

A tighter fit, for tempest borne.

A soft caress

A warm embrace,

Of shared sun and sky.

A tender, gentle, cozy laugh.

“Look at you, you old coot.”