The Love Song of the Forest For the Field
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

The Love Song of the Forest For the Field

For Anne                                            You are the dance                   I prayed for, my love, and I am the prayer     That danced you free.                                      I am the supper                   You earned, Beloved, dancing                                      All of time down to its knees. You are       The forest in my blood and the wildness                     In my woods, in my leaves. And … Continue reading