In a Patch Between the Tall Grass
by Frank Watson
We met in a patch
Between the tall grass;
You wore a summer dress,
I tasted the grapes on your lips.

Dew remained on the grass,
The scent of roses lingered;
At the edge of the woods
A shadow grew into the night.

We lay on a blanket,
Stars reflecting in our eyes;
By evening the air bit coldly
And broken arrows danced in line.

Morning came—I saw your face
On a pillow of hyacinths;
The blue river broke
And carried us to sea.



All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013