How Often the Glen Echoes

How often the glen echoes

Depends on the single voice pure

Calling her love through the snow

Testing how love endures

 

Words between them short and terse

He said things he ought not said

What things she said were much worse

All over the unmade bed

 

No children heard two years now

Not for not trying, passion flared

Sweat intermingled on their brows

Blaming self, unanswered prayer

 

How often the glen echoes

Depends on the heart’s love pure

Finds her love one in the snow

Too much too long to endure

 

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

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