Peace and Solutude

Peace-
Beneath the mighty wide-spread limbed oak,
we sit in gentle contemplance reading poetry,
about us there is not a sound to be heard
as the orb of the sun passes over head,

She has lain her head upon my lap
so that she may look upon my face above
as I read her poems of love and lust,
the day wains gently by this quietness,

I wear a dress of the finest cloth,
and she has woven ribbon into my hair
as I have braided her raven locks
with affection unable to perish.

(originally published by the author, me, in Seaswells, the Literary Journal of Brunswick College in 1995)