I MISS YOU
Oftentimes when autumn rolls 'round|
When geese are in migrant flight,
Sometimes I miss you, darling
Remembering when we counted stars at night.
You used to laugh as bright leaves fell
Like embers,you said, upon the ground.
You used to say that fairies and pixies
Danced and played under those mounds.
Sometimes I miss you, sweetheart
When the harvest moon is bright
But, I miss you most of all
On cold and frosty wintry nights.
© 2008 Mariannajo
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