Friday, August 15, 2008
The Remembrance (poem)
The Remembrance
That day
the mountain air was charged
and pure
as if an electric jolt
had cleared the October world
into immaculate wisdom,
as if we had entered
a realm
where nothing exists
but the untarnished self,
the clarified image
of who we had become
and the aspen
glistened overhead
in shimmering auras of golden light
and we lay down
in the flowering bed of green
and took each other’s photograph
as the single remembrance
of that day
which was, for the moment,
ours.
Dorothy Walters
August 14, 2008
That day
the mountain air was charged
and pure
as if an electric jolt
had cleared the October world
into immaculate wisdom,
as if we had entered
a realm
where nothing exists
but the untarnished self,
the clarified image
of who we had become
and the aspen
glistened overhead
in shimmering auras of golden light
and we lay down
in the flowering bed of green
and took each other’s photograph
as the single remembrance
of that day
which was, for the moment,
ours.
Dorothy Walters
August 14, 2008
