Whatever I Know to be True
Chartreuse willows softly sway
in my memories...
Summertime June's
sunlit tapestries.
Shadows therein, hide
life's harshest realities
of inflicted pain.
Yet, straightforward oak's
heart...
like a good Cabernet,
offers comfort,
absorbs sorrow via
recycled rain.
Then it's true...when end
meets beginning...
I'm with you.
