Hutinashro Log Iambic Tetrameter

The bay was free for mine to gain with weather mean of falling rain. Then late inside a quaint cafe our wine together we did share. The streaks of gray in dame’s black hair found shoulders low attractive way. Her gray was no concern for me as mine was same not gray-some free. Our eyes met holding each to stay, then knew this relationship brief could lead to anguish great with grief. From woman I should stay away. This Dame owns a bakery Her name is Marie De Curry, Bread she now bakes, fresh ware to buy, shop opens wide at break of day. Best made bread sold on tray some say. Earlier I’d bought loaf to try, met Marie. liked mam’s fine jib frame. With smiling teeth asked matron’s name. Much so glad Marie wasn’t shy, agreed to meet at Pietros place Happiness shone on lovely face. A premonition’s grief, but why? It steals happiness leaving pain This knowing I now dare not stay Such heinous warnings I disdain. 5-14-18