"We met; it was an autumn day"
by Janet Bradley
We met; it was an autumn day
the leaves were golden like they knew
that somehow love had found its way
to give to me this gift of you.
I ran my best, it was a race.
There was no thought of who I'd meet;
and when you introduced yourself
my only thought was what to eat.
But then you called me for a date!
Thank God I had the sense to go.
For that small choice did seal our fate,
and from that point our love could grow.
The scary thing about one's life is that so much comes down to chance...
Don't hesitate, Don't try to plan, with eyes wide open seize romance!
About the Author
I am a high school teacher of Earth and Environmental Sciences in Berlin, New York. My husband and I live and farm in the Berkshires. I met Doug at the 1983 Berkshire County Autumn Marathon; he was a race director. When he came over to talk with me I was actively seeking the food tables, then someone yelled "Hey Doug, there's no toilet paper in the bathrooms!" He left on a far more pressing issue... the rest is history.
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).