Jeffrey Hull
Friday, May 02, 2008
Leaving
© 2008 Nina Camic All rights reserved.
When all the leaves have fallen,
And all the suns have set,
When bee is done with pollen,
And fisher shuns his net,
When stars take off their twinkle,
And breezes tire to blow,
When age runs out of wrinkle,
And winter pines for snow–
Just where the blue is nearest,
And stretch the heavens wide,
I'll wait for you, my dearest,
With mossy time to bide.
© 2008 Jeffrey Hull
3 Comments:
Your poetry is splendid, Dr. Hull. If the world were full of Jeffrey Hull's, what a beautiful planet we would surely enjoy.
Thank you for brightening my day.
Kurt