Lune

She dips in between tall reds, wide oaks 
forest silhouettes untamed, endless
humbly nameless in space
A mild light falls gently onto viridian steeples 
warming trails of shivering
spines and their
pointed vertebrae
limber arches, latitudinous branches
rounded naked backs in basins coiled in rising clouds of steam
Undressed roads veer in different directions
eventually meeting somewhere unknown
vanishing together into
towering shadows angled over sleeping fields 
Again, the return of unhurried words
this poet of triumphant silence
Evergreen crowns and canopies brush against the tip of 
her soft, golden luster  
All is granular, slow moving

She gazes at us from light years away

and we walk with hands laced together, occasionally looking over our shoulders
to admire her beauty cascading across earth
ever profound, and
fleeting.