Below the poplar trees, <br />below the intricate swaying <br />sprays of mist, our child <br />not yet one year <br />walks haltingly <br />with you now, her <br />large eyes: live mirrors <br />of the leaves veined light. <br />But it's you that I watch <br />walking with her there <br />beside the stand of poplars, <br />among the rhythms of the shadows <br />of bamboo, the bruised portals <br />of the closing leaves, you, <br />a branch the storms <br />could not tear.<br /><br />Doren Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rains-love-poem/
