SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

(1) Beyond Eden

Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
I trace their signatures upon the glass.
Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.

It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends
Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye.
Stripped of their innocence, how could they know?
The last grief would be soothed by God himself.

Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird
Sings of the poignancy of humanness.
The ever freshness of that ancient sound
Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago.

Sandra Fowler, copyright,2010

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Comments (28)

WOW... green leaves tap at my window like lost souls......inspiring... elevating
A marvelous poem in imagery n words, enhanced by the take on Eden, Adam n Eve. Great freeverse style! Pls review my latest poem too.
Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird Sings of the poignancy of humanness. The ever freshness of that ancient sound Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago. ................... .................A beautiful stanza... I loved the way you wait for time to slip and dawn to come, the last stanza is a perfect ending, a perfect beginning I must say........A beautiful deep write...
Intermingled in Nature when the soul sings the timeless measures of love in different births divine music reverberates through them. Dear Sandra, your poetry is superb, it stands as a class apart.
Absolutely beautiful! What a unique moment. Adam and Eve have blown it but Adam's love compels him to tenderly wipe away Eve's tear. After the fall, they were still in it together and so are all of us.
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