1978
Swans
August 1978


“Swans,” New Era, Aug. 1978, 23

Swans

The stillness, feathered in the hush of trees,

Should have carried our voices on the mist

To where they swam, figurines on glass, and

Turned them to us; easy as you turned to me

When we first met. Instead they swam away.

Sometimes they come in shades of lilac gray

As dusky as a winter’s setting sun

To cross my lake in dreams. They bring a hush

From that cold lake where they once swam,

Where we loved once, and once I turned away.