Lost To the Wind
I saw you first when summer had its end.
So beautiful you were – a dream come true.
I hardly could believe that God would send
to me an angel; yet he sent me you!
And like a leaf, into my life you blew.
A leaf of early fall, your hue was gold.
Our tale began . . . but it did not unfold,
for by October’s end, you’d sailed away -
lost to the wind! Now that we’ve both grown old -
I wonder . . . are you golden still today?
Aug. 8, 2020 inspired by Edward Ibeh's current "Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain -" Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Lost To The wind
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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