Baldachins Poems | Examples

Trace of Love

My Yearning Love

While I sit alone on this wooden bench where last we both sat

My conscious mind reflects on the past

The autumn light of day ripples through

Amongst the baldachins between columns of the highest peaks,

The cadence pulse of nature sounds flows through

The tendrils of limbs and leaves play.

I glance into the heavens with peacefulness

                           For only a brief glimpse

Feeling the tease of cool, crisp breeze against my face;

And your presence summons by my yearning love

For a trace of your soul’s faithful love and tenderness


By: Eve Roper 8/30/2015