My Land

© Charles E. Corry 1967, 1999

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When first I saw her, in February,

She lay stark and naked beneath

The harsh, cold grasp of winter

And I thought nought but

Bitter thoughts of her beauty

And her prostitution.

Then, when spring came,

I saw the land through different eyes,

As though she were a woman

Caressing me, wanting to be loved.

Through the rich, ripe excitement

Of summer she held me to her breast.

Nursed me with contentment

And woman's promise of eternity.

We had more than most,

The fleeting glimpse of happiness.

When autumn came, at first I welcomed

The richness of the colors of her cloak.

Thought that this was the fruition

Of my love and my eternity.

Little did I dream how close

Beneath the surface lay the memories

How little time separated you, and I,

From your eternal sleep.

So now, in November, I surrender you

Once again to that which I cannot conquer.

And the pain in me, seeing your breast

Laid naked once more to winter

Has no dimensions, I abandon you.

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