I Choose
©April 26th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Trees after rain, and in sun;
Daffodils, drenched in dew;
Lilacs, budding in blue air;
Forsythia, dispelling the darkness,
Clouds, quiet and sunlit, now spent;
Forests, tender with snakes and ferns;
Moss, springing softly underfoot;
Birds, singing loudly in rain-light.
And
You, laughing in your sleep beside me;
You, singing in your room past bed-time;
You, sprawled like a grey rug on the couch;
You, whose love protected us all;
You and you, blood of my blood;
And you, my friend, whose voice
Rang out loud and clear with mine,
Lo, those many years ago.
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