Hope

A glorious radio symphony begs for attention, While the lonely heart writes its fluted song And hopes you hear the melody It so longs to sing to you. The autumn air blows free And joggers with panting brown dogs Run by windows lined with morning pulled blinds And fall’s brilliant leaves drifting, drifting, drifting. While I hide behind the glasses And watch and wish to say goodbye, Goodbye to summer’s crush and Hello to your new and winter capped smile.