The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by G.H. Mosson
In the Grove
Where are you, in the harmony of leaves
and light-splashed silence as all else stops? Why retreat
through gradations of greens to where light cascades down
staircases of leaves to the sprouting ground, while leaf-tips spear high
toward sheer summer sky? Where are you
in the music of the leaves
glimmering in the greens
staring at your hands
holding something unseen
with fingers tipped in light?
Why do you sigh
in the glitter of green leaves
away from all others
in your shade-sweet silence?
Do you know how I brood in my study—
and though you’ll never know—think of you and sigh?
Do you know how often I ramble in the forest, but never find
the forest you cherish inside? Can you escape the music
of the leaves, in the grove of hugged silence
where you count the veins of a ripe fallen leaf
beneath a private sky? For I, Theodore
Robinson, a painter living on teaching and sales,
cannot quit the spell of summer work indoors
where I draft and plan still, to stand apart and capture
in an image (as with a sunbeam, visible and invisible alike)
this firefly music of the heart.
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