Sleepless evenings full of love & laughter
Early morning sunbeams peeking through the trees
Purple, pink, & periwinkle skies stretching across the sea
Talking quietly, careful not to wake the dogs
Eastward geese flying towards the Empire State
Music, soft and slow beneath the stars
Branches brown and losing leaves, turning rouge & gold
Even the mountains & hills still call out my name
Remember those misty mornings, crisp air & no despair