Narrow Trails and Open Fields
poems i-xxvii
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Summer is Autumn’s farewell friend…
A friend with so brief a stay,
That leaves soon after
The winter wren is heard.
Farewell Summer friend;
Farewell - in the by and by.
I hear a flutter by the window
-Birds lifting their wings in flight.
Summer’s gone and now
Autumn winds cool Itasca waters;
I hear footsteps on the frozen road
And shadows point a new horizon.
Sir! I walked the seasons…
I walked the road.
Sir, I am coming…
Can you hear my footsteps on the road?
Remembering J.M. Soneson.