Beyond the Reach

To Shari Mae
 
At Pheasant Farm on autumn eves we keep a rendezvous
with one old pair of rocking chairs upon our porch at dusk
as list we to a greenness and a springtide born anew
upon a zephyr's whisper to a rose's scent of musk
together waltzing arm in arm alighting on the lawn
till whirling to a lyric air the nightingales soft play
they o'er the ha-ha wing and in a twinkling wink are gone
ere rising on the darkling sky in blooms aloof of May.