Encounter

Encounter A day of mindless lonely wanderings found Me within an unfamiliar country inn set maturely in trees at a crossroad's square The lobby done in tweed and pine The club chairs large promising comfort Their arms dressed in fresh draped crewel Near the fire in a fieldstone hearth A stranger sits lithely in tailored wool and Silken blouse long legs demurely crossed above sensible mid brown walking pumps A slight handsome woman her pensive eyes in the middle distance of focused concentration She exudes a pervasive sense of boyant middle age and warm demeanour violet eyes Yardley's Lavender and rich chestnut hair My entrance brings her face and smile to mine She rises fluidly walks to me wraps both arms Around one of mine looks up into my eyes And speaks I wished you here... And here you are