Together

[Guest guest]

It is dark and cloudy today.

As I go to our meeting place

my old, broken umbrella

jumps in my hand like

the lead of a frisky colt

to an errant wind that is

spiced with a sweet autumn rain.

As always you await me,

and there we sit together,

in silence, so close,

under that old umbrella,

and watch the restless waves

move quietly across the bay.

What is an old fool

to do now, but tremble

at your gentle touch,

and weep,

like the darkened sky

at your beauty.

 

Mace