A day of mindless lonely wanderings found
Me within an unfamiliar country inn
set maturely in trees at a crossroad's square
The lobby done in tweed and pine
The club chairs large promising comfort
Their arms dressed in fresh draped crewel
Near the fire in a fieldstone hearth
A stranger sits lithely in tailored wool and
Silken blouse long legs demurely crossed
above sensible mid brown walking pumps
A slight handsome woman her pensive eyes
in the middle distance of focused concentration
She exudes a pervasive sense of boyant
middle age warm demeanour violet eyes
Yardley's Lavender and rich jet hair
My entrance brings her face and smile to mine
She rises fluidly walks to me wraps both arms
Around one of mine looks up into my eyes
And speaks

I wished you here... And here you are.