Allusions
By Gerry Wisdom, East Sierra Branch
….the lilt of half remembered song,
the sigh of the wind through the trees,
the brisk, mad roll of an autumn leaf
as it skitters before the breeze,
April in Zurich, London in spring,
moonlight on water, stars in the blue,
The bubbling laughter of a tiny child –
All remind me of you.
….but if I’m reminded, too, by tears,
by the march of a cloud ‘cross the moon,
or the plaintive cry of a lonely soul,
or a shining dream that died too soon –
perhaps with time they’ll remind me not,
neither spring nor the turning of fall,
and I in my safe and lonely room,
will free nothing – nothing at all.