He walked alone in Autumn woods,
the air was warm and sweet.
He walked alone in Autumn woods,
leaves rustled neath his feet.

The soft wind stroked his bearded face,
with fingers warmed by the sun.
And spoke to him of things that were,
and thing that were to come.

The path did wind around a bend,
beneath a golden tree.
And there he spied a single man,
sitting quietly.

“ Come sit with me, “ spoke the quiet man,
“yes come and sit with me”
And so the wandering man did go to him,
and sat upon the fallen tree.

“Tell me from where and to you go”,
the quiet man did say.
“And just perhaps in my humble words,
I can show the way “

“I seek a man to read my heart,
a man to read my dreams.
But so thus far, in wandering,
I've missed him or it seems.

The quiet man did slowly turn,
to face the wandering man.
And raised his hand, to touch the wanderer's beard,
the way a lover can.

“And would you know this special man,
if by your way he should pass?”
“Oh yes I would,... no I'm not sure,
it's been so long” he sighed “alas”

The quiet man did take his hand,
and look deep into green eyes.
and saw the heart and saw the dreams,
and he too gave a sigh.

The wanderer then regained his feet
and smiled a trembling smile.
“I fear I must be on my way,
and walk another mile.

He walked alone in Autumn woods ,
the sky no longer blue.
“Oh quiet man , so kind ,so good ,
I'm gone , but I love you.”

The quiet man sat upon his fallen tree,
and mused on moments just through.
“Oh wandering man why didn't you see,
the love I had for you?”

August Logan Bear Sr.