He took her hand and led her back
through the mist of time…
to a forest filled with amber leaves
and wood smoke skies.
They came upon a half timbered
house, with a kettle on the fire.
On the table, brown bread,
red roses…
and half a bottle of wine.
“It’s been so long.” he whispered,
“Yes,” she said, “A fair amount of time.”
“But you’ve not forgotten, have you…
That you are mine?”
She smiled, then replied…
“How much Happier could I be?
*My heart is gladder than all these, because my love
is come to me…”
She took his hand and led him back
through the mist of time…
to a world of dance and song
where Vivaldi’s Autumn played on and on…
~Christine Wichman c. September 2014
A gentle ode inspired by *Christina Rossetti
Written By Christine Wichman c. September 2014
Sleeping Queen Publications 