Seasoned

Little leaves quivered in the cool spring breezes;
    Each naive leaf was dancing
    In the pleasure of being.
Ah…I remember old Silenus’s sneezes
At pollen dripping from overfilled bee’s kneeses
    Onto his nose; fauns kicking
    Up their heels and gig’ling
At the silly sight; we laughed, too.  Time freezes
The old memory.  Loving you was easy
    Then.  Your big, bright eyes sparkled
    Like Morning’s dew drops; your full
Lips flushed like the spring rose.  Ah…life was breezy
Then, but the dry leaves shiver on the old tree.
I wish us there or you here.  Come, dance with me.
 
 
 




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Michael Curtis is a classical sculptor, painter, and architect who lives in Alexandria, Virginia. His verses have been published in Candelabrum, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist, The Lyric, American Arts Quarterly, Amphora, Pivot, and many other journals. His translation of Afrikaans verse, “Land of Sunlight and Stars” will be published in 2012.