IF You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson (1924)

My very significant other is in another country at the moment. Thousands of miles away and I and the kids have parts missing. So this one is for him, but I hope you'll enjoy it none the less.

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IF You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson (1924)

IF you were coming in the fall,

I ’d brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

  

If I could see you in a year,         

I ’d wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.

  

If only centuries delayed,

I ’d count them on my hand,         

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemen’s land.

  

If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be,

I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,         

And taste eternity.

  

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time’s uncertain wing,

It goads me, like the goblin bee,

That will not state its sting.

Below is a link to another poem by Emily that I've featured.
Hope Is A thing With Feathers