John Scully Poems
I Will Walk With You Awhile
When I know that evening's fog
will no more haunt and cloister me
I will come and walk with you awhile
knowing that my gloomy face will smile again.
For paths of dangers dread
my hobbled feet will careful tread
by waterways and cotton grass
I'll leave behind my city past.
And in twilight, a shadow sun
will stop by chance
for me to draw a canvas green
and sit awhile with you and dream.
For painted daffodils of yellow gold
whisper words I couldn't say
as I walked out with you
that last remembered summer's day.
Till meadows weep with pollen drops,
And flowers turn to fruit
The ghosts of winter glimmer still
Among the frosty village frocks.
And when the brown thrush comes with throaty song,
Touching barren hedgerows with his wing,
The west-wind hovers or'e my door
And wakes me with a roar.
Till then and only then