I. The Visit
For Paul and Suzanne Zimmer and Cele Wolf
With sunlight pouring through the windows, March
Retreats and winter’s windy shadows shake
The shadows’ fruit from changing light. The lurch
And sway of barren limbs (no leaves to speak
Within the secret ear of spring) now cast
Their shadows through the room. We visit there
And lunch on whiskey’s fire – a sip, a taste,
Enough to warm remembrance with desire.
That afternoon your visit was a gift —
To know that spring came early and put
The bloom of meaning to books and birds.
Our host, the town’s librarian, had laughed
To think that here the dance of drink and thought
Had found a way with words — a way to words.
(For a sampling of Mr. Zimmer’s work, go here.)
Nice. I followed the link and read some of his poems. Fun, and very readable. Thanks JOB!
Lovely through and through, and sweet.