a poem...

Adieu

It was in a stand of old linden

   dappled with shadow and sunlight

      that I first found myself

         lost, alone, seized by mourning

as branches creaked in the wind.

   Later I climbed a high dune where

      no one ever strayed -

         once at the top I lay staring

into what seemed the Empyrean;

   suspended it shimmered beyond 

      all our labor, every loss
         borne in those chill days of Spring.