Beth

A deep woodland glade reminds me most
Perhaps a pool of polished water
beneath the sun that shines out ghosts
and sheds its light to make her matter

ferns and willows in summer’s green
soft season’s flowers are scattered clear
lending warmth that can be seen
beside the heat that rises here

Lovely mats of leaves lie round
that beauty grows in light green shoots
About this wood tigers abound
The quiet glade gleams held strong by roots

Beth, Breasts, Geeky girl will I ever know you?
Thus I wrote in journals past before I came to love you.