emerald song

Ah, precious

moments

of memories,

of walking with thee

in the wind

as it cools the heat

along the streets

and at the shores

of darkened sea.

Beyond I languish

by the blooming rose,

see the peak and pine

in the Autumn shade.

Time goes by ...
with its perpetual sigh,
your song and my 

tearful soul--                              

silently I wait

upon a winding road

yellow

red 

purple

leaves,

morning flees

before

my aching heart.

--eva-maria hogrefe

(October 31, 2012)