The Strangest of PlacesI meet you in the strangest of places.
Your burning presence still glows,
In the blood red of my Japanese maple.
Today I moved the row of golden sedge,
and the yellow grasses in their pale blue pots.
As I placed them under the sheltering roof,
I thought of you and your tree spirit.
The rains and winds of autumn,
The Sky's tears and songs of lament.
Today's canvas of shifting colour,
Replaces Nature's yesterday work.
I have not known such love or such grace,
As that day I felt your breath on my face.
At Joanna Beach by the wild Tasman Sea,
Ten thousand miles from you,
It was just you and me.
--farhad
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