I wished for meadows gold and green,
for forests rich and sweet,
as autumn's chill crept up between
the boards beneath my feet.
It seemed to me within your eyes
there welled a wish like mine--
as if the gray November skies
could cry a draught of wine.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
I wished for meadows gold and green,
for forests rich and sweet,
as autumn's chill crept up between
the boards beneath my feet.
It seemed to me within your eyes
there welled a wish like mine--
as if the gray November skies
could cry a draught of wine.
21 November 2010