A touch of sunlight on a maple-tree
One autumn morning, made that day for me
A day remembered . “There’ll be other thrills
Today,” I promised, and, among the hills,
No doubt there were some colored sights that would
Have set me off enraptured , if I could
Have seen them, but my load that day was such
It kept my nose against the ground, in touch
With mundane matters one must recognize
Or starve.
The dollar made that day now lies
In someone else’s pocket. He may keep
It there. My share was one I still can reap:
To this day I can close my eyes and see
That touch of sunlight on the maple-tree.
by Ray Romine Friday, October 4, 1946
