Because my prose usually comes from my slightly off-kilter view of the world, while my poetry usually comes from deep within, I just had to do another post with these poems. I blogged Valentine for Autumn last Valentine's Day, but this is the first time I've published viewpoint.
Viewpoint
“Youth and beauty fade away,"
I’ve heard the poets sing,
And God, I know it's true.
All that's left of my youth and beauty
Now, my love, is you.
I see the lines etched in my face,
My mirror tells no lies.
But love of my youth,
My beauty clings-
Reflected in your eyes.
Valentine for Autumn
Come, walk the night with me
And feel the silken touch of mist
Cool upon the warm bare flesh of arms entwined.
Come, walk the velvet darkness.
Follow sparkling fireflies through the wood
And wade the dewy grass with naked feet.
Come, stay the golden autumn night
Till dawn strokes the sky with nacre pink,
And we will walk together all our nights
Until the winter snows.
copyright Angela Parson Myers 2011
