The Dream Of The King Of Autumn Poem by John Libertus

at the restaurant, he pays the bill while she strolls on ahead,
knowing he's going to smile when he looks at her again -

at the checkout, she pays for the groceries
she knows he's waiting to carry -

in the garden,
she shares the beginnings,
each fresh-discovered,
each clearly a gift -


The cup of fire is frozen out of reach;
the moon casts shadows over weathered brick,
the love of someone's yesterday:

I'll build a little house against the weather,
where cold winds won't make you shiver,
that you can make our home, where kids can play,
and your smile begin my day