Verse 40: Merveille du Jour

Merveille du Jour  

 

Shall I be patient until September?

Wait unto October.

Gaze as she does of the lamp’s light.

Only for a moment is night’s wonder.

Could syrup on the bark make for an evening?

Wait hours in the wilderness.

Does she see my reply?

Never is a dull moment with her charms.

Sit here to join me.

Her wings carry away a sigh of exits.

Until we meet again.

There are no banquets.

Where being on time is a necessity.

Only arrivals make the event worthwhile.

 

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[Aethereal]

Waiting, waiting, in the wilderness
for that nocturnal wonder
of her gazing at you
with the brilliance of a street light,
as sweet syrup flows from maples
in late October.
Timing of arrivals is everything.
She’s the sweet syrup
whose time has come.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A --- Thanks for stopping by...well said in your own wit of words...

[Aethereal]

You're welcome! I enjoyed all those comparisons that you made.