mary
Mary and Me and The Wind


Mary and me and the wind
stairstep up the mountain pathway
to the lake of black and silver
with its tawny wavelets chasing
for the sake of larks to fill her.
What a stony way. Letís hasten
Mary, that way, with me and the wind.

Mary and me and the wind
run down slopes in shadowed dingles
course on skyline rills and ridges
fun round splendid clumps and dashes.
Shingled showers clink, sills and ledges,
dewed trees single, moss on still-lying hills.
Sedges stiff along the waters edge.
Had she thought a jiffy,
Mary with me and the wind.

Mary and me and the wind
laugh and shout, divest our deadweight,
leap and soar and play in starlight,
farlight pale in rows and piles
lie now ahead. Wait Mary!
West of south, a half a moon
and Mary and me and the wind.

krm