Snapshot Poem by Hugh Rhodes

If I could paint your legs
They would be the sapphire of Diana's Pool
Bathed in the light of your eyes.
Shaded by the green inflected brown of
The woodland trees.
I Dream of long ago on rainy summer days
At the lake….
Eternally lucid in your buoyant heart.

Forever early autumn under the pines
Among the hills of Buckland,
I would never ever take you home -
Intimations of Sweden and Norway
Ripple through the muscles of
The flash between your thighs.

A hundred sighs, a thousand nights
Embroider your satin thighs -
Days when you were young and brave
And I was still your total slave.

I am jealous of the rocks you reach
And feel for as you glide.
Your legs navigate the memory of themselves
Amid the rushing stream.

I will follow you with my broken limbs,
Anywhere your beautiful face and body
Grace the light of day,
And frieze Diana' Pool this way.