Friday, September 5, 2025

Last Picnic

 Last Picnic

Before the fall rains arrive, Let's have one more picnic,

Now that the leaves are turning color And the grass is still green in places.

Bread, cheese and some black grapes Ought to be enough,

And a bottle of wine to toast the crows

Puzzled to find us sitting here.

If it gets cold--and it will--I'll hold you close.

Night will come early.

We'll study the sky hoping for a full moon

To light our way,

And if there isn't one, we'll put all our trust In your book of matches And my sense of direction

As we go looking for home.


“Light the Match”

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