He could not decide if he saw her,
standing between the great white pines
on a bed of mulch just beyond
the lake’s silent shoreline.
Might it be her in the shadows,
waving him on with one hand
while the other shielded her eyes
from the wind blown needles
the trees released that turned the air
to a softer shade of taupe,
her shawl into a prickly pile of fir?
He remained unsure, as he walked
through the silent forest, scented with mint,
the thickening brush highlighted
with burnt orange the setting sun emitted.
Was it her, her silhouette enticing, floating,
her face solemn as its shadow moved into his hand,
though the touch he craved iced his fingers?
Was her mouth finally against his
to commence an encounter not yet consummated,
a kiss that promised the beginning
of a passion they had once imagined?
Or was it the compassionate wind
with misty lips that moistened his mouth
to ameliorate his loneliness?
Michael Keshigian from Londonderry, NH will, have his twelfth poetry collection, Into The Light, released this Spring by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals and has appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)