The Lady in Red

The Lady in red -- is back

to the library again

gives me a wink

the kind that can chill a spine

with goose bumps of love

wore a parade of clothes

for the weather, with a wild

hat that mattered --

what’s in those shoes catches

my breath

each time picking up a wink

must be the hat I wear,

covers the grey that I have --

haven’t seen her for a spell

must have scooted off

somewhere

with a lad who lives nearby.

I miss her red shoes, those

winks and legs

strutting on by. I know

I’ll remember

those legs a very long time.