Montmartre rises up touching
absinthe colored leaves
in the breathe of spring
intoxicating as I meander
quaking poplars shimmer
lamp posts laden boulevards
with gold candle blossoms
alight in the glimmering sun
upon the cusp of autumn
myriad of maple leaves
brilliant as stained-glass
imitation of Notre Dame
this little stream my Seine
slices the first snow
the far side is the Left Bank
lost & found treasures lie beneath
returning again to this
eternal city of light
grasping my memories
longed for quays
so easy to loose myself
midnight finds me wandering
through drizzling rain
shadow of the Eiffel elm
someone walking beside me
in the revealing light of dawn
would see my geographical errings
yet this copse was my Paris
Terrence Sykes
Virginia USA
Donated to the International Red Cross
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