Evening Savings
Ignore their sad whispers
Their complaints
When the days grow shorter
That's not something to complain about
It means the nights get longer
I like
Walking home in the twilight
Watching the gray stucco glimmer in the moonlight
While the leaves make red and yellow patterns in the gutter
I like
Seeing my window lit up like a jack-o-lantern
Opening the door
And feeling the rush of heat on my cold, red face
And you
I like to see you
Comments
i've heard people can't leave comments. i'm testing it.
Posted by: hilary | November 1, 2002 03:03 PM