I should write a sonnet, Liza, but sky
and wind and sunlight call me to the world
cathedral to marvel at this creation
under a temperate january
vault of unmarred azure — they say today
will later bring clouds and ice may form, snow
may fall and the byways turn treacherous,
and Liza that is just the way of life.
but now, in this bright moment, I am in
love and my heart is miles from here beating
to the cadence of her stride as she jogs
kentucky roads under this same azure
heaven and races her own smile back home
where we will virtually reunite for lunch.
David M Pitchford
11 Jan 2012