VERSES BY ANNETTE

VERSES BY ANNETTE

Upon a dusty, dreary shelf
An almost hidden volume caught my eye.
Had others shunned it? I, myself
Would read it – not that day, but by and by.

These Verses by Annette (so named),
As I discerned some later, leisure day,
So little known and unacclaimed,
From dust of long neglect have come my way.

This lady (from another land?),
This miss, this visitor from other times,
Though surely later than she’d planned,
Has brought up dew – kissed roses: brought her rhymes.

She sings her song where rivers run,
Of silly twists and twirls in childish play,
Caressing crags. For still more fun,
They caper through the cascades, then away.

She sings of forests freshly green,
Of leafy boughs, of blossoms born in dew.
I quit the dreary urban scene
To join her in a woodland walk for two.

Her lines describe the snowy peaks
That penetrate the billows, piercing skies,
And all the grandeur that she seeks
Is written into lyrics for my eyes.

I love, Annette, the songs you sing,
And, empty years too late, I sing with you.
I long have loved what now you bring,
And, truth to tell, Annette, I love you too.