Now bring to me a dropp of sun <br />And the shadow where you stand. <br />I simply want to hold them <br />In the shelter of my hand. <br /> <br />I won’t pretend to capture <br />The who or what or why <br />Just let me know the where and when <br />Before we say goodbye. <br /> <br />And when the winter comes in turn <br />And trees are cold and bare, <br />I’ll lift my hand into the wind <br />And cast your magic there.<br /><br />Eric Peters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-prayer-3/
