There is a bending at the hill
\nwhere the redbud reaches to the sky,
\nand the earth lies silver still
\nand the soul breathes with a sigh.<\/p>\n
It only comes in spring
\nwhen love and joy are new,
\nthis lovely bending thing
\nthat captures me and you.<\/p>\n
Here I wish to linger
\nand hold you close to me,
\nnear the bending river,
\nand by the redbud tree. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a bending at the hill where the redbud reaches to the sky, and the earth lies silver still and the soul breathes with…<\/p>\n