Under Aching Bough of Pine

daisies leaning toward the sun
late on summer’s eve
my toes in grass curling plead
for ever longer days

shadow shapes evolve
into geometric sundials,
to shift in setting light, I might
easily lose track of time

left etched by patterned memories
making tangrams out of thoughts
overhead swirling sky turns
indigo, a bed to dancing stars

restless heart wanders
under aching bough of pine
climbing high to precipice
till moonlight night is mine

looking for where I left you
where you left me to be
searchlight spies land nigh
to find earth dreaming empty

save for daisies — upright now,
closed to evening sight,
I take their cue, seal my petals
alone to dark ground, I slide

will morrow bring new light?
will it see your face?
on barren turf I toss…
till sleep decides this fate


~ Emily C.




11 thoughts on “Under Aching Bough of Pine

  1. I’ve seen you name before – poet girl em. Maybe on comments on other people’s blog. Then I wrote a song last night. I put it on SoundCloud and sat back. I waited for the world to find me. This morning my net had five fishes. One was Patty who is my good friend. She had also liked another track. So I tracked that track back to you. Here I am having hunted and found. Hello. 🙂


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