Faye Gibson Poet Couplet

Beneath a Streetlamp

The city streets are littered with sodden remnants of fall,
a chilling wind moans low between brick walls;

my vacant arms enfold my shivering form
to shield a heart grown weary of the storm.

There is a melancholy feeling to damp leaves upon the way
as though some precious spirit has packed and moved away.

The sidewalk's sheeted puddles reflect the faces that I love
peering through the golden ramparts in God's city up above.

I bend beneath the streetlamp where my face with theirs' will blend
remembering us together the way it will be in the end.

Copyright, November 12, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

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Brenda Meier-Hans November 12, 2014 at 1:21 PM This is so amazing how you put this together. I wish would could always look up like this in good and bad times.

David Meade November 12, 2014 at 12:24 PM The changing of season both in nature and in life are sometime filled with sadness and pain but as always His love remains -- and that give us hope. Loved your poem -- it touched my heart.