Ashbury Pond
"Feathered grasses softly waved. We would lie
in one another's arms, birds in the trees.
Strands of her hair sang in wind's gentle sigh."
"Above, clouds played with the sun's watching shine.
Yes, here once again, it comes back to me,
the many days love befriended leisure time."
He stands, recalling professed love, in raining tears.
"But time swept her away, though the pond endures."
Bent and worn, he walks on, remembering those years.
--Lucia Ellen
(Copyright 2001)
