by Peter Humphreys

on the hill
we walk at
dusk time
as city
scurries home
and lights
come on in
homes across
the valley
guard dogs
bark and a
lone cat prowls
amongst the
leaves and
seeds of
autumn we
taste the
fruit of elder
harsh and
bramble sweet
as if by
chance we
came to
meet our
futures and
as the sun
drops from
our sight
before the
glorious wonder
of the night
and haze
its cold
I hold you
close and


Posted on 10/16/2006
Copyright © 2022 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/16/06 at 06:52 PM

Hi Peter. Love this. Most memorable to me is, "we taste the fruit of elder harsh and bramble sweet". Wow, and isn't that just like life on the whole? Terrific. Thanks.

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