[yep, I am posting] a love poem

In a Love Red Canoe

 

There is a long canoe

   on the wide sweep of the lake,

dark red on deep blue.

 

         The woman leans laughing toward

         the man, bending gently to his oars.

 

With the sun dazzling their eyes

   they know they’ll be on this lake

the rest of their lives.

carpe diem

Living

The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.

The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.

A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily

moves his delicate feet
and long tail. I hold
my hand open for him to go.

Each minute the last minute.

Denise Levertov