sweet sighs . . .

sweet sighs

aaahhhhhhhhh

the fruit ‘tis almost ripened my child

come have a sit in the garden

while we await the hands of Time

to sweeten the offering

soon come the Angels

gathering from the Vine

the grapes of our understandings

harvest approaches my love

observe the patience of the Wind

He stirs not at this time

for even He must rest

in the Joy of this magnificent color

when Autumn in Her indomitable Regality

sets the passions of men aflame

in the color of Winter’s quiet promise

a promise of hearts clinging together

in warm embrace

while we the Children

partake of Life’s sweetness

of the toil realized

in the plucking

and picking

and canning

and planning

for the Hibernation from life

in life

while we await the Spring

come my child

have a seat in the Garden

bring with you

your ardent dreams

and we shall share a passion

or two

as we await the fruit

of life

you and i

ahhhhhhhhhhh

sweet sighs

© 25 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.