To K.

 

Hawks are lazing in the azure sky 

Come walk in the warm sun with me 

 

Goldenrods and Joe-Pye sway with the wind 

Come walk in the autumn fields with me 

 

Only the wood thrush’s flute breaks the solitude 

Come walk in the deep woods with me 

 

Can’t you hear the thunder of the surf 

Come walk by the edge of the sea with me 

 

The moon is full almost but not quite 

Come walk in the cold moonlight with me 

 

Night-sounds, night-smells, night-magic abound 

Come walk in the soft dark with me 

 

The rain is a friend when one is alone 

Come walk in the rain with me 

 

Now the rainbow hangs with a promise 

Come walk to its end with me 

 

See how the steeple sticks the sky 

Come walk to the church with me 

 

One man’s lover is another’s friend 

Come. Take my hand. Walk with me. 

 

          —Bill Matheny