Only one returns now to where both would rendezvous same place, same time every year. |
"The River Cabin Rendezvous" Waiting- Wind picked up to a racer's pace, matching my pulse. Effervescent bubbles of a romantic thought dance in my heart, with anticipation of seeing you again. An empty river cabin in the woods will smile upon our reunion. Waiting- Warm sun and long cool shadows tree-scented, orchestrated an October 'highway-hoe-down' essence on the pavement, performing alongside a river's path, as I arrive at our meeting place. Waiting- A painter's dream. Washes blend soft gold and amber hues; a kaleidoscope against a darkening background. Sky's light will soon drop behind bluffs, silhouetting thinning trees on the other side of a long meandering grey ribbon of choppy water. Waiting- The new season pens its colorful lyrics; whimsical wind songs accompanied by squirrel chatter and their scampering feet through dried leaves, pine cones, and pine straw fallen on the forest floor. Above my usual sitting place, on a large river rock where I wait, a familiar coniferous-canopy continues waving whispers; our secrets of a tryst. Ah, trees remember our annual visits. Waiting- A blanket of darkness cocoons me. I continue to wait. For you Sweetheart, I wait. Plop plop. Heavy raindrops reaching for me under the trees give the air and spirit a fresh washing. A soul cleansing needed. Plop. Leading from there to the empty cabin, muted-colors rain on the stone pavers, leaving wet leaf-shaped tattoos. Not to be confused with tear stains. Memories stir from the spritz of earthy incense, damp leaves, and smoke of a doused fire from someone's nearby fire-pit; the glow of a campfire highlights your handsome face, snapping and hissing of burning logs accent your voice when you claim, "our love always". Still waiting- Walls of an empty river cabin in the woods are forever imprinted with images recording our meeting times, forming an artist's mural; laughter and stories of our lives, together and apart, told and and retold. Our reunions continued to echo, as love remains waiting for our countless returns; to the now empty river cabin in the woods. 40 lines Free verse poem Contest: poetry entry for Write From the Heart. Inspired writing during a cabin stay at Pere Marquette State Park, Grafton, Illinois, overlooking the Illinois River. |