I could tell you

 I Could Tell You

of infinite nights when flames dance on
cinnamon-scented candles until blue-orange glows
paint soft silhouettes.

of wandering walks past pregnant streams and
rolling mountains while winter's shroud parts for a blush of green...

of children's voices stretching in April's sun chasing baseballs
pitch to glove as shadows bind dusk to dawn...

I could tell you

of dense rain, its tangled meter carelessly conceding
to impending mayhem...
of morning's struggle easing past reverie
that lingers like Eden's affliction...
of your judgment vigilant beyond this chaste room.