Let me sit here at the window,
In the quiet colours of dusk,
Pale shadows of the day end,
To think of the year gone since last I wrote a birthday post,
And of today’s shiny colours wasting into sunset.
Let me send a wish to one distant, wandering star;
For a little memory of our orchard at the end of summer,
Glistening with ripen plums, and
For a little memory of true love,
Before the day’s end.