Mist near Chimney Tops, oil 2005

We walked
and heard the raindrops fall;
listening to our footsteps
falling upon the leaves.
I felt you thinking.
I saw the tree limbs waver.
I realized that they knew.
My thoughts were racing,
and my heart quivered
just a little.
You did not speak.
There was no need.
I touched your thoughts.
They were wet and cool
like raindrops
or tears
that had grown cold.

From age 17