Winter creeps,
As fall also crawls,
Grey's "Elegy" and memories!
Similar,
How we poets can be,
Time can't really separate us.
Emily,
Charlotte's sweet sister,
Is also my writer-friend.
And John Keats,
Along with Shelley,
Is with me spiritually.
While Wordsworth,
With his "Lucy Grey",
Loves to join our company.
Allan Poe,
Talks of "Annabel Lee",
As I sip my evening tea.
Khayyam too,
Makes himself revel,
With bread, wine and love quatrains.
Ghalib smiles,
As he too comes in,
This 'poetic gathering'...just for me!
The gathering
The poems title drew me into reading it. How beautifully you have conjoured up this gathering. I wish I could be a part of it