on some other day
i might sense the
drift of jasmine
breathing
through my being
on some other day
i might feel the soft cool of fog
the warmth of autumn-slanted sun
dancing their magic
on the skin of my hopes
on some other day
i might feel the love of my beloveds
coursing through my veins
as if they are
my very being
on some other day
i might be hopeful
for my progeny’s tomorrows
on some other day
i might know the nearness of angels
perhaps
some other day
rises soon
© Vilma Ginzberg, 11-15-2019