2 September 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 3
Between Snow and Memory
From the scales of illusion, this love survives.
The rains come, the grass grows.
Snows bury, memory stokes
The smoke of myth, the bird of tongues.
The rains float, green the grass.
From the scale of illusion, our love yearns
For tongues of smoke, the birds of myth.
Memories grow as snows flow.
This love learns, scales illusion.
As grass cloaks, the rain still shows.
Snows flow the way memory knows
The bird of myth, the smoke of tongues.
The grass it grows, the rain still soaks.
Our love burns this way, embraces illusion.
The tongue learns myth, the birds of smoke.
Memories roar, foam as snow flows.
This way love learns, shreds illusion.
The rain shades, grass dries.
As snows flow, memory roams
Past myths of birds, tongues of smoke.
The rains flood, the grass hosts.
Memory saves memories though
Myth's a bird, smoke has tongues.
From illusions scaled, this love survives.
About the author:
Richard Alan BunchÃs publications include Wading the Russian River, Sacred Space, and Rivers of the Sea. His poetry has appeared in Black Moon, Oregon Review, and Poetry Nottingham. He can be reached at rgbunch@ucdavis.edu.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 3, No. 3, where "Between Snow and Memory" ran on September 2, 2003. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
