If Autumn's Chill, Can Spring Be Far

An evening it was ere full moon, Sky milky white, a dash of grey, The hint of an isolate ray Announced, moon shall greet the night soon, Most trees around were almost 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 power Power lifetime's love, as oft might sour! Yet, when home, this time hand in hand, The moon was nearing night's high noon As if to bless them with a boon, Each had rediscovered old friend; If autumn chill is here, can spring be far? And yet, some chills are good, winked a far star. _________________________________________________ Musings | 04.11.05 |