Wait for me at water’s edge,
Where Autumn meets the sky,
Where trees in wigs stretch sapless twigs
And watch the geese fly by.
Wait for me where harvest hides,
Where Wind paints reveries,
Where evenings slip with frosty grip
By picturesque degrees.
Wait for me where Time stands still,
Where seasons wax and wane,
Where Dew withdraws from icy paws
‘Til only earth remains.