Crossings w/punctuation.


April 2, 2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn



T’was a soft and loving summer’s night,

That stood close and kissed a winter’s dawn.

The warmth of long days had slowly cooled,

And fall’s chill had painted, pooled

A gift of basketless leaves and flowers strewn,

To wither and then to dust to turn,

Beneath a bright and glowing autumn moon,

As lengthening shadows upon the field began to loom.

And, creatures large and small,

Furred and feathered, short and tall,

Began to venture forth, to creep into the room,

While aged the world before me ran,

Yet t’was young and still spry as the new born fawn

That I spied one early sleepy morn

As it strutted and danced across my lawn.

In love with life it jumped and pranced,

While I crept as close as I could have chanced.

Then, while embers from a fire close by,

Cracked and popped, and began to lose their heat and die,

I stood quiet as the soft sand colored creature passed,

While in silence each found the other’s eye;

And with gentleness we both touched the other’s face

And across its muzzle my fingers traced,

While its warm short breaths my throat and face embraced.

4 responses to “Crossings w/punctuation.”

  1. Beautiful. You paint the sweetest picture with your words and I am so glad that I managed to get to the end of it this time – It was well worth it!

    Thank you.


    1. Mandy, I am glad you were able to read it this time. When I looked at it on paper it registered one way without punctuation but on the blog I could see what you meant. It was confusing and I have to thank you for pointing that out to me.


  2. Greatly enjoyed this. Fall is my favourtie season and the part about the leaves really captured my affection for Autumn. 🙂


    1. Tee, glad you enjoyed this. Fall is my wife’s favorite time too.


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