the scent of river and green
fills the space in my mind
where once you were only
a memory of a dream
years and myths of what
we were and will become
are written in the runes
left by crow and sassafras trees
my heart wends its way to the gulf
between us the marsh and saw grass
sweet in its dance with the wind
chiming bells of lilies cascade
across the river bed
of green moss and milk weed
tumbling into laughter
gulls wheel overhead
calling your name
again and again and again
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
thecourseofourseasons 
wistful and wonderful – I’ve always love that word “wend” – a great write, Kathleen 🙂
Yes, so beautiful
Utterly beautiful — the opening line especially hit me — “the scent of river and green”. The lush images of the landscape and waterm the scents and sounds and textures transport the reader to that place of deep, nostalgic emotion.