waiting for the moon, to peak, just over the horizon
illuminates, a soft glow upon fair maidens, dancing,
their flowing figures flicker, as if gentile flames of love
intice a young man thoughts of dubious, idle threats
the twilight of summer, surrenders, coolness of autumn
sturdy trees shed their leaves, stand naked, for all to see
the romantic breeze plays notes of colorful melodys
each one, a pretty song for the months gone by
do I recollect them, in an out of tune voice?
or keep them in my memories, for future rejoice?