Alan L. Winters
SHE IN AUTUMN
She moved like mist
Through autumn nights
To waltz with beams of moonlight
Yet cast no shadow on the ground
Save the shadow of her memory on me.
And even now I sometimes pause,
Reflect on what we had to share
And wonder… was she truly there
Or just a dream in evening light
Like mist that moves
Through autumn nights.
©Copyright February 28, 2002 by Alan L. Winters