As I walked through the frost-covered hills at dawn
I was you, and you, in your dreams, were me.
Only the veil of a lifetime tried to keep us from meeting …
Shadows of a truth prevailed:
the formless secret moved, and vague forms—we—
we embraced the heart-shaped clues.
And there, not on grey-breasted hills,
we met, and danced the briefest dance
before shades of a vision quieted our feet.
But we did dance.
And the still pool I passed
still reflects lost imaginings.
This poem was first published in April of 1976, along with three others of mine, in Vol. 10, Issue 13 of a magazine called either The Seneca or The Senca. I can’t find evidence online of what I noted but it’s legit as I have the actual page cut out. Anyway, now that I’m back from summer boating and in the wake of quite a few rejections, I thought I’d post some of these older poems. It’s always interesting rediscovering one’s poetic first steps. And I like to think that my time away from the internet (because of remote anchorages) enhances my “inner net” though I am thankful this method of communication is available again. Happy Fall to you all!
Lynne Burnett 
1976? You must have been about 12 🙂
I really love this and its imaginings. It reminds me of my husband and I finding one another in the woods
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That’s so neat – thank you! And I hate to admit it but I was 23 in 1976.
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I am not far behind you ^_^
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Good to hear!😆
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I like to think that 1953 was a very good year.
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Awww, you made my day, Ken!
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There is such longing in this poem. Remarkable
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Thank you, VJ!
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Welcome
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Outstanding.
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Oh, I’m so glad you think so – thanks, Ken!
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Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. ❤️
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Thank you so much!
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