Black Forest Love Poem
I’ve been spending long hours
in her arms, resting like a stone
at the bottom of a stream,
finding out what is meant by
this much-maligned thing
called love, taking the time
to re-learn the silence we heard
when black pines built temples
under the feather moon.
by Gary Charles Wilkens
from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 3, September 2006
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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