Paths

Pansy treads a well-worn path towards her lover, his cape flying in a sudden breeze. Nearer now, her eyes upon the cape, and smiling, then looking at his face. She throws herself into his arms and he covers her with his scarlet cape. They set out along their lifelong path. -------------------------------------------- 8/12/2015 Inspired by this poem by Julia C.R. Dorr, born 1825, who wrote from Vermont. Two Paths "A path across a meadow fair and sweet, Where clover blooms the lithesome grasses great, A path worn smooth by his impetuous feet. A straight swift path - and at its end, a star Gleaming behind the lilac's fragrant bar, And her soft eyes, more luminous by far. *** A path across a meadow far and sweet, Still sweet and fair where blooms and grasses meet... A path worn smooth by his reluctant feet. A long, straight path - and at its end, a gate Behind whose bars she doth in silence wait To keep the tryst, if he came soon or late." ------------------------------------------------------------- Contest - No More Masks Sponsor - Catie Lindsay A Win