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