Like Moments in a Madrigal...

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~