Oh, The Splendor Of Our Joy Poem by Reva Kern

Oh, the splendor of our joy
Woven in gold in the air of silk!

Here the sweet house and its light gable
And the garden and the orchard.

Here the bench, under the apple trees
From where the the white spring was stripped
Of the light touch of petals

Here the flights of luminous wood pigeons
Glide, the way of omens
In the clear sky of the landscape.

Here, similar to kisses fallen on the ground
Of the mouth of faint blue,
Two blue ponds, simple and pure
Naively border unwitting flowers.

Oh, the splendor of our joy and of ourselves
In this garden where our mementos live.