Poem

Luminous veils of fog
Lay motionless in the
Deeper hollows of the forest
Where the long departed night
Has discarded them.
Stories they shield
Lending a cover
To shameful bits...

Runaway lovers
Hide in the enveloping arms.
The beauty is magnified
By radiating smiles.
A sin to many,
For them an existence
None could reach.

They did not belong
In the midst of ancient trees,
Nor among the greens that
Hung down to meet
The wet earth,
Sprawled over lonely spears
Of wild flowers,
But there they were
Content and invisible
To the rest of the world.