Circling

Water striders, seeds,

in luminous waved green air,

Still, still.

I dropped a stone into a pond

and watched the circles grow wide and soft.

I remembered you to the shore;

you grow less vivid by degrees.

There was a white day in the woods,

It was out of season;

we made love

where the foxes left tracks.

I lay down,

and left a wingless snow angel.

It grew less vivid by degrees.

Small things change.

Woodpeckers nest on our roof,

I put salt out for the deer,

the forsythia bush bloomed.

You loved a morning moon;

 it wanes as you do,

you grow less vivid by degrees.