An Autumnal Beauty
October, the month of cooling breezes
and adorn,
this morn-
my daughter said, “The tree cutters will
be here.”
Just as soon as she spoke they appeared,
my being aged shuffling to the table
with my coffee,
through the sunroom window I did see,
a lithe and handsome workman-
long dark ponytail scaling a tree
with ease.
Suddenly it seemed a Pavarotti aria
resounded through the turning leaves.
Well, this old biddie wished I was in
my twenties again,
when the thought of golden years
was foreign.
Yes, I love watching the backyard
birds and such,
but the autumnal beauty of him
enchanted me much.
My daughter and I laughed,
because I’m really quite daft,
I felt the need to return to my
morning prayers,
I’m sixty-eight and I
don’t dare,
to think too much as if a youth-
but, now and then,
it’s delightful to gaze at comely
young men!
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