Remember Me Then
By richhanson
Sat, 10 Mar 2007
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Like fruit that's plucked too soon I'm too bitter.
Set me upon the windowsill awhile.
Let me ripen beneath a woman's smile,
And through the pane we'll both view the glitter
Of dew upon the grass, the colorful blaze
Of autumn leaves and their gentle flitter
To earth that follows frost-etched fall mornings.
Remember me then as fruit crushed to wine
To warm your heart anon, as now you do mine.
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