By Artdog
Date: 9 December 1999

Stolen moments

The sun's backlit leaves glow lime green
against the forest's mysterious dark maw.
Turn and see,
the vineyard's autumn gold rows run to the hills' backdrop.

A memory's glimpse of an aromatic cedar block sculpture
of a female torso slips to mind-
spalted fiber and fissures amidst the finest curves.
A sharpened breeze snaps open my eyes-
wearing a loosened tie and wind toussled hair
seems appropo in this splendor amidst
nature's most ripened song
where her long lost "I need you" 's 
loosen their grip
and that same windy muse
flaps the loose fabric
of shirt sleeves hanging on outstretched arms.