Silver Birch

The wind in your hair!
Now there's a thing 
To breathe
The spirit into life
To jog the pleasure 
Points a way ahead.

Steady yourself
By that silver birch
Which bends to your desire
And in its silvan leaves
Hearken to its laughter, 
A mockery of tedious toil

The scent of sea
Has caught my throat
And I am
Where I ever was
Beyond the billows
Wallowing 
In the lift of life.

Now the memory 
Gives me pleasure of it 
And will ever still
Until the sunset
And the lengthening shadows call me home.


JL June 7 14:47