Another fall evening passes,

While I sit and gaze through the trees

Holding a cup of my favourite tea,

Waiting for you as I always do.

I’d forgotten it’s a Friday,

The streets busy and rowdy

People calling to each other,

As they walk by on their ways.

These sounds, these smells,

The breeze that kisses my hair

Takes me back to the day

When you and I first met.

The colours of the day,

So vivid and lively,

They paled to nothingness

Beside your glorious smile.

Many years thence

I’ve sat here in the shade

Chatting with the crickets

To watch you come through the trees.

The fireflies are out now,

Darting among the bushes,

Blinking, dancing, dazzling me

With their capricious lustre.

Something moved yonder

Startling me from my reverie

There you are, with that same smile

Treading the tree lined paths

To come home to me.


  • in response to this prompt,Β
  • Also, the title is a slight bastardisation of Robert Frost’s famous poem, STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING, one of my favourites. It is most known for its last four lines, but the other 12 lines are beautiful in their own right πŸ™‚

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