Sonnet XXVII

For Elizabeth

As kindly cottonwoods around us rise,
Entwining wistful melodies of green,
We walk beneath our shade-entangled skies
Through gothic vaulting, hand in hand, unseen.

Through autumn’s latticework of wind-chime leaves
A sowing sun casts broad its final rays.
Soft evening bundles all our cares in sheaves
As we set forth upon our path of days.

I am the bosque, thou the breeze,
Along the Rio Grande’s storied stream.
Thou art the light, and I the trees,
And our enchanted path a waking dream.

Time’s river these, our days, shall not erase,
Beneath the God-made bridge of our embrace.

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