Wednesday, January 24, 2007

a fall day on the odet

the path to the river is overgrown.
we slash our way through carefully, finding the bank where we could.
her brother's château rises across the way, downstream from her manoir...
divided by water, bound by blood.
we appraise patriarchal stones of fortitude, as another vestigial century flows silently by.
shadowy deep and steadfastly wide, the odet soon nears its latitude...
and we are but trespassers with grace and a little time in her garden house, folie à deux before the winter rains...