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.
Copyright © Mary Guckian | Year Posted 2015
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