Come

Short, rhyme

Now the golden rods blossom
And summer's birds have flown
There is a tinge 'pon leaves
"Come", before all warmth has gone

Here at the front door with a tap
Down where the golden rods sway
The easterly winds whisk gently
'Cause, "Come" he thought he heard me say

Well, now he sees a smile appear
A twinkle lights my green eyes
As he whispers, " I thought you said, come!"
And so come did I  

 

Author's Note

Love expressed in the aging..

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

I like this. Beautiful and romantic. A well done poem.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

CS, Thanks for the visit to my page..I appreciate you dropping by, taking time to read and comment..Glad that you saw the romance in the piece..Sara

[Coyote Song]

You are welcome.

[Miss Owl]

This is very nice, very tender and loving.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Thanks for dropping by..I appreciate the kind review..Sara

[Miss Owl]

You are most kind and very welcome.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Okay..Sara