Marjorie A. Buettner...

Love - l'amour ...

this morning
it is a bird's flight
that teaches me
this world without you
and the world within
no word from you
still I wait like the last light
lingering on
and on the tremble of leaves
such warmth from the setting sun
such pleasures
in this sun-filled room
reading your poems
as if time has lost count
with the beating of my heart
Copyright Marjorie A. Buettner, 2002
French translation, Serge Tomé, Micheline Beaudry (MB)