Autumn Night

The cold winds gather on a chilling night
With only the grinning crescent’s soft glow,
The crisp crackle as the coal ignites
And soon wisps of smoke bring the scene to slow.

The melody of youth and laughter sounds,
‘Neath the concealing embrace of the bough
The bottle and pipe are all passed ‘round
And eager hearts cry, Avow! Avow!

Somewhere hidden in the glow I see
A pair of the deepest hazel eyes,
And in that glance I see eternity –
In a fleeting gaze, a calm surprise.

Sept. 25, 2004

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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