a persistent melancholy –
of longing and yearning
and fall leaves and summer rains and mockingbirds gone away…
Runaway syllables meter out
the lost stanzas of unruly poetries.
And amidst the accumulated rhymes
Of all her midsummers’ nights dreams
For the smiling trochaic bouncing
On her knees
And in the reflections of two eyes
she relives her glory days.
Silently. Quietly. Persistently.
And outside her porch,
and down her street,
and over the hills and everywhere else
the last of the west wind carress
the brown leaves and outside my window whispers… gently but surely…