Nancy L. Meek


From her sunlit window, the lady doth grin,
quite pleased that her knight hath come
to receive yon roses plucked for just him,
so brave, she tosseth down another one:

“Ride on, fair knight, for winter draws nigh,
and yon vultures on high are swarming still
too-willing young knaves to embrace the lie
lest their tombs gather dust on the hill!”