An automn day
but still apearing
like springtime
I walk along
the grey stonepath
with a friend.
Birds in trees
and yellow flowers
on mesas
pleasant smiles,
a set of brown I eyes
I feel emotion for.
Our voices fly
like birds to
one another
as we discuss
anything that comes
to mind
And I wonder
as we walk along this path
If you are as lonely
as I.
Keighley Hastings
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-with-a-friend/
