Winter was gone
     May an easy chair for us 
          Sunny days a prayer to us
               You were bouquet and asparagus
                    Our love was young
                         So were you 

Days grew long
     we sweltered in the marriage suite
           to love I fell and all I cared to eat
                was your melons, your berries sweet
                     Love was tongue
                          and honeydew

You are gone
     When last we met you were hardly there
          Our sun has set stark and bare
               How I wept upon your Bartlett pears
                    Our love was young
                         And now is through

Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.