Fall for Her.

This is what I see.
A beautiful young lady ‘neath a shade of trees.
Her eyes downcast, her thoughts on life.
Oh, what a strife.

The green of leaves.
Her silk brown hair drapes down over her knees.
It rains, it shines, the nightingales and lullabies.
Darkness in her eyes.

A clue to find.
I wish for something I could do to get her mind.
Things in past Summers caused a reprimand.
Can’t understand.

A wooden maze.
She sits alone and I seek vainly in a haze.
Hindered and confused by self-appointed pains.
Shells in chains.

The time draws near.
I may not find her, this is what I truly fear.
She waits and hopes (I think) that I be clear.
A heart holds dear.

Her distant grove.
Together now what fate apart once drove.
Beginning to see what I must mend.
My feelings lend.

Quietly she sits.
A gentle Northern breeze that now visits.
A single soldier ventures forth in flight.
O, golden might!

I see at last.
Due South it goes, elevation dropping fast.
In a gentle maiden’s hand the vessel comes to rest.
No better nest.

One curious glance.
The object in her palm has not arrived by chance.
With sparkling eyes she lifts her spirits and her head.
Life-affirming dead.

Autumn’s delight.
A sea orange coming together under crimson light.
The turning leaves give warmth, no more to cry.
This rain is dry.

Uplifted eyes.
Serene in wondrous moment, no longer in disguise.
I now see clearly that to receive I must summon.
“Can I come in?”

The magic touch.
One sweet embrace that leads to oh so much.
Things of great magnificence this October.
The Fall for Her.

Fall for Her.


Amarillo, United States

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