Days Are Growing Shorter Poem by Patti Masterman

Days Are Growing Shorter



Days are growing shorter; not only Earth's, but ours
Because of meeting you, I'm now hearth to lovely fires
I glow with fertile blooms not because my season's long
But because your single touch my roots answered with a song.

I find your presence dear, be it farther than the stars
More difficult to access than the deepest seas there are
But the distance to your soul is but a whisper in the wood
That travels thrush to thrush, as only bird call could.

My inner ear hears every breathing word to me you've said
The secrets that we've shared; that on which my heart has fed
I can never live without you, it's become to me quite clear
And all else seems a trifle since my soul felt you draw near.

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