The
Evening Sun
The
evening sun has cast his cope
Upon
the maple’s fragile frame
Outside
my window, in my scope,
And all
is calm and tame.
I wish
with all my heart, I swear,
That we
could share this lovely sight …
But I’m
alone, and you’re not here,
And
twilight fades to night.
-jwm
1 comment:
a sigh finely spun
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