if you ever wonder if I wonder
about you at dawn. Silent, I listen
to Blackberry Winter, distant thunder
of mountain dulcimer blend and glisten
with violins. Sweet tension. It rushes
to tap dance as they circle in ballet
surrounding us, you and I. Small thrushes
soar around us like brief spirits, blue-gray
in morning glow, land in brushes to test
early fruit, its unripe essence frosted
jade sculpture. I’d pluck jewels to invest
in earrings for your Christmas, each embossed
with couplets of my care for you. Still, I
leave them to mature to black pearls, soft-bright
rare treasure, like your soft eyes in moonlight.
Roger Armbrust
November 9, 2010
