Love Poem
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Walking from the BarnAt the pasture’s distant edge,Spines of twisted trees, branchesKnitting the waning gray lightfall sky.My breath vapors form cloudsIn the air smelling of snow.Crows, in curved flight, caw Their roosting hour notes,Rising as if released fromSheet music uplifted on wings.Aroused, sniffing in circles,The dog barks at scentsAlong a rutted path, thenFollows me toward
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(For Diane and Judy) There is something I forgot;A name, though I still knowMost faces or perhaps a word.I misplace faces, names and wordsPronounced until they vanish, Disappearing in caverns…There are many empty, dark places.Do you remember that early SeptemberBy the lake? We water skiedAnd watched for bears while pickingBerries. On the north shore, geeseGathered
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Cicadas noisily burst into songAnd whirl in their mating danceOn branches of jade-green.In a lonely courtyard I composeA poem of distant yearsTo possess a moment in time.My heart is grieved then lifted by A memory of you in a thin red silkRobe brushing your black hairIn the lamplight of thinning dusk.One thought leads to another.I
Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal 