Your enchantment in a lonely wood, the fight and color of a rainbow trout, my in-basket empty, and a good book, binoculars fixed on a strange new bird, Sadie's point, and a covey of quail, the end of a six mile run in the rain, blue slope and soft snow, fast run, no fall, a dovetail joint without a gasp. Grandchildren coming in the view, the same ones leaving in a day or two. And life. 'til what rhymes best with breath, takes me with all things I share with you..... |