The creek is rising, love,
all surge and plunge,
a rapid, eager coursing—
do you see how the water
surges, falls over itself
in its springborn hurry—
all around us, ahh, do you hear?
the world is a-scurry
with reachings and rushings
and places to go,
and in me this wish
to do nothing but
touch you very,
very, very
slow
ly.
Rosemerry, yours is a deft touch, you bring on the heat…..
🙂
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Saturday, April 23, 2016 at 5:14 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “On An April Evening”
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The world is a-scurry with reachings and rushings — lovely.