autumn
asphalt street
grey sky
cool breeze
affords a floor
of brown leaves
to dance and
settle on a spot
your leather shoes
an eagerness
played out
by the leaves ealier
if i could just move
to welcome you
sweet heart
it would be agile
graceful
as the waltzing breeze
and the leaves
in their entrancing twirl of love
the museum and my poems
are nearby
there,
your heart will flutter
like the dazzling blooms - in spring
your tears trickle
in the spirit of my verses
if i could just hold you
by the hands again
and warm you up
with my love
What once was and can never quite be again. As fragile and elegiac as the autumn leaves that are poised to blow your poem picture out of sight. Beautiful... Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Tasteful treatment of painful longing. Well done.