If Autumn's Here, Can Spring Be Far

An evening awaiting full moon, Sky milky white, a dash of grey, The hint around of silver ray Announced, moon shall greet the night soon, Most trees around stood leafless bare, Autumn chill loomed all over there. His heart was hardly there in walk, Hers felt, futile it was to talk, Both looked for a break or breather, In circles walked as did their mind, Tying up stray thoughts together, The head whilst seemed not quite inclined. Feeling soft footsteps ‘pon gravel They walked as if not their own walk— Unhurried as inaudible, So was their wordless silent talk; Oft times a few moment’s tower O'er lifetime’s love, or might it sour. When home, this time hand well in hand, The moon was nearing night’s high noon As if to bless them with a boon, Both had rediscovered old friend; If autumn's here, can spring be far? Some chills are good, winked a far star. ____________________________________ Musings | 04.11.05 |