If You Were Coming in the Fall

If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemens land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting


Emily Dickenson


One thought on “If You Were Coming in the Fall

  1. Your words do remind me of Emily Dickenson’s life. She seemed to have held very strongly to the man she loved but could not love . . . i’m sure you understand. Sometimes I wish that you would try something different for a change; sometimes i wish that you had my strenght to move on to find happiness in something, someone else, even perhaps just self; but then I look back and envy your tenacity and undying love; and i say to myself – how beautiful and loving it must be to really know. to know there is no alternative but to continue to love. . . . pll, cordieb.

    Thank you for the comment. I have happiness even though I do not have him in many ways. I wish I could explain it well but there is no one else I would ever want. He is like a part of my heart and soul.
    I have been on my own for many years and can continue this way as I know that part of him walks with me, again something I cannot explain. These words have been unlocked because of him and I know that something like this exists because of him.

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