Time wends its way across the day
It tints the tress of tree and such
A staid discourse of subtle force
And suddenly I miss your touch
The chamber of an autumn noon
Expands the echo of your sigh
I wish that I could see you soon
And end these hollows of good-bye
How swift the hour shapes a year
And none its measure can foretell
But sometimes I wish you were here
Instead of in this long farewell
An ocean-worth of leaves can fall
Without a sound; they take their place
Like moments in a madrigal
Of wishing I could touch your face
Janet~
Beautiful, music and words...
ReplyDeleteI hope your week is going better now.
PS. Canyon disappeared again:(
Oh dear! I hope he comes home soon. We had a stray kitty at our house for a little bit until a neighbor called to see if we have seen one. Maybe someone will recognize your dog...
ReplyDeleteI had a great week in spite of adjusting plans.