Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
I found you there early this morning
when I rose sleepy like from my bed,
with fog and cobwebs all fillin’ my head.
There you were in a summer dress
dancin’ dainty like … across the flowers of my mind.
I must absolutely ashamedly confess
You snuck up when I wasn’t looking.
Oh … so softly you took my hand and led
and took up so short of time to up for me remind
of those other times and filled me with wishes
for late night spaghetti dinners
and large glasses of red colored wine.
You passed your way through the meadows
where you said you were just mine.
Led me softly down the oak shaded lane
and there you handed me rose colored petals
just like you did in another lifetime
so many years ago
But then … then there was the pain. 7.2.12