To Ours

My ode to Katherine

sung sweet and silent 'neath

August's longer shadow

some tempest forewarned then

in breeze not seen

Now

miles counting ever

sands echoing thither

selves knowing other

and another

Is unto these two given

from what sweet and silent song

they need care not

for it is singing

And

they are listening

and awaiting

in ardent

love.