©2018 by Samantha Hoch. Proudly created with Wix.com

 
  • Samantha Hoch

The Union

Updated: Nov 7, 2019

The day grows late and the sun has resolved to retire

Among the hills that shelter it

From the cold isolation of night.


I dreamt about the days of our infancy

When our new frame was feeble

Our legs uncertain

Like the limbs of a day old calf.


Did the seasons know then that the leaves would grow tired

From fresh greens to golden to deep red

Our legs would grow strong

And our only heart would beat confidently

To a singular tune?


Can the vine ripened fruits

And the cold northern winds

Sing us a sweet song

About the end of our seasons

Or reveal to us a place

Where we will shiver in unison

Shaken by the winters weighty temper

Heartened; enriched by the shield of time.