By the turtle pond
skipping stones cast ripples there
sheltered from the sun.
A kiss in the gazebo;
rushes quiver, mid-day heat.


At Petaloudes
the falls cascade into pools.
Butterflies scatter
where you fall through the tangle
and I come plunging after


Dormant black rhinos,
basalt foothills rest supine,
silent in blue dusk.
Love shifts in indigo light
soughs my name, returns to dream.

© 2003 Helena Settimana. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

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