0 0 lsteinglass lsteinglass2011-10-09 11:31:002011-10-09 11:31:00Dear Mr. Wordsworth
Dear Mr. Wordsworth, here I lie
On my couch in a pensive hour,
Listening to chill winds cry,
While shivering branches scour
The window glass, but thanks to you
I am not limited to this view.
Through your words and by my will
I am transported to another day, far away,
Where daffodils gather along a hill,
Put to shame the waves in a bay,
Challenge the stars with their multiplicity,
And give my life a joyous duplicity.
But even as my cheeks grow warm
By the glow of ten thousand faces,
The sky changes, clouds form,
Rain pours down, ruining your graces.
For it is not your daffodils I crave,
But your company, as I watch them wave.
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved