We have a window, shared, upon the world,
And lift a hand to measure out the miles.
When grey clouds come, Autumn Friends smile:
Our hands clasp, if only by shared words.
A brief time upon the Earth is all we have;
Friendship, and Love, encompass our short lives
In golden chords and silver similes:
Such rare friendship answers more than prayers.
2009
Wonderful poem. Liked the interesting word choices (miles/smiles/similes) and your subject matter. -chuck
I find the flow of this beautiful poem is like Sandra Fowler's poetry with wonderful imagery. I think we writers enjoy communicating with friends with a pen and my grandmother wrote in my autograph book 'the way to have a friend is to be one' and I am sure your Autumn friends appreciate your friendship. 10 love Karin
Very graceful and eloquent. How well you understand the rare connection between letter friends. Beautiful write, Will.10/10 from me. Affectionately, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These are words I needed to remember. This soft autumn tastes like raw winter to me. 'Little as we are, we look through the same keyhole' I guess I just miss some friends. Thanks for the music, Will.