Rendezvous

Indian summer brought a story
Of a lover’s troth
Golden autumn shed its glory
Thru the wood
Where Romance stood

Waiting to beguile the pair
Who should chance to wander there.
Hand in hand a maiden strolled
With a youth thru paths of gold,
Romance round them did entwine
Filled their hearts with love’s own wine.
Bade them drink and tarry there,
Bade them love’s sweet gifts to share.

Transfixed in that starry night
Two lips confessed that she was right;
Two arms betrayed a secret fair:
Love’s paradise had blossomed there.

Dorothy Smith