In The Autumnal Rain Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

IN THE AUTUMNAL RAIN

I shall tread amid tall trees, upon soft grass
Beyond bright meads, in breezes which pass
Through throngs of daisies, weaved with grace
On fall afternoons, with a sailor's pace.

I shall not ponder or pause to think,
But without any cares, on a trail, walking slow
In the boons of a carefree, reedy bliss
In a gilded wood I shall happily go.
Through redolent roses, carmine and pink,
I search for a duchess whom I long to kiss.

For I have seen her black mane in the autumnal rain,
In the tower of a castle, clad with ivy on stone,
Possessing a heart the same as my own,
Living for love and bereft of all pain.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ