Reflections in the autumn pool

With prairies wide for cross
and hills too high for climb,
oh why does peace evade my wanting clutch –

For when time to play
and chasing leaves of autumn winds abound,
the days of youth elude me now –
and leave me longing for your single touch.

Mitch Battese copyright 2013

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