Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Elegy

She

She knew of all the finer things,
Like candlelight, and snow—
And she knew of love, the people say,
Albeit long ago.

She was rather fond of moonlight,
But of long-stemmed roses, too—
She was likewise fond of autumn,
And its turn of shade, and hue.

She was predisposed to wonder 
At the butterfly, and bee—
Till interposed the winter wind,
And then eternity.

And since, she is remembered,
When the autumn breezes blow—
For she knew of love, the people say...
Albeit long ago.

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Sandra Adams August 18, 2019 at 10:38 AM this is beautiful and has a mysterious air to it, makes me want to know more about her...great penning! :) Kenneth R. Merrill September 8, 2019 at 1:03 PM Kind of you to say, which brings up an interesting point of writing. We create these characters—get to know them in a sense. To that end, I’d like to know more about her myself!!

Gershon Wolf August 11, 2019 at 5:36 PM Lovely, lovely, dear Poet. Bravo! Warm wishes, gw Kenneth R. Merrill August 14, 2019 at 4:22 PM Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your feedback!!!