Tankas To His Love: Second Series
i
Adrift on a rock-
The streaming water leaves it
By, green and gleaming.
The years rushing over you
Only increase your beauty.
ii
Rain glazes with green
A young shepherd's quiet cove,
Kissing clouds of wool.
The stream has worn down these hills;
So you have worn down my heart.
iii
A whisper in the grass.
Too late, too late; they are gone.
The nest is empty.
Am I wrong, love, to be glad
We had none for them to take?
iv
Two mossy fingers
Touch over a rushing stream-
The wind sets adrift
Brazen leaves to blanket them
Both. An arch; a genesis.
v
Drip, drip-the new sun
Unbinds the vibrant pine bough
Imprisoned in ice.
Spring unwraps her gifts quickly.
Tears course down your cheeks-and mine.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction, and the characters, settings, places and languages, save those that are original to me, belong to the Tolkien Estate.