Twilight hour approaches;
gently brushing aside the day.
"Tis time to light the candles;
unfinished tasks are tucked away.
I've kindled the logs in the fireplace;
its cozy warmth draws me nigh.
There's my red velvet chair,
faded and worn;
If you listen, you'll hear my soft sigh.
I've closed out the world;
drawn the drapes to the sill,
then I fastened the shutters;
snuffing out autumn's chill.
Tears fall down my face,
as I fetch out my memories;
even those that have torn me apart;
Sad, sweet memories tucked inside of;
my precious keeping room; my heart.
Author Dottie Perkins If you would like to contact Dorthy Perkins in regards to this poem you may do so by Clicking here
