A Promise of Summer
My heart’s returned to Catochtin’s hills
to walk ‘neath its ancient trees
Below their layered silver laces
summer’s promised in their leaves.
Footsteps worship where they grow tall,
up to greet the morning breeze
Their green hymn echoes while I recall
summer’s promised in their leaves.
Down, down a warming graniite face
cool water falling as it weaves
Beneath hard ledges and soft branches
summer’s promised in their leaves.
Long ago its proud chesnut stands
succumbed to a strange disease
Now scattered low in adolescent hands
summer’s promised in their leaves.
I visited dead ancestor’s’ stone
where stray memory simply grieves
Midst silent stalwarts’ bowered prayers
summer’s promised in their leaves.
I lay me down just where she lay
as hope, the day reprieves
‘Neath patient limbs that hear me weep
summer’s promised in its leaves.
Away, then to blue Catochtin’s ridge
where I feign would stay to please
The morning’s shadowed forest pledge
that holds summer in its leaves.
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