Twice Remembered
I though I saw you standing by the door,
a lady weeping, then you disappeared.
Perhaps I never saw you there at all.
Your half-seen face had chilled me to the core.
and more so when your wispy figure cleared
my doubting sight. I only saw the wall
behind the open door. Oh, weeping ghost,
what haunting tragedy do you recall?
This enigmatic vision has endeared
you until you are what I dream of most,
winter, spring or fall.Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com
