Autumn In Oxford

Walking into meadows, we wandered across the steep bridge and watched the students rowing. The narrow boats moved smoothly under the tall trees and the oars glided gracefully on the river. as the instructor called out from time to time. Keeping their movements in tune with nature, they floated into the landscape, and we moved further along the rich carpet. Crackling sounds filled our ears, the burnished leaves fell gently at our feet as our time together evaporated. Years later, memories stir in the landscape of our drawn out silence. From Perfume of the Soil. Swan Press, 1999.