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When rain falls
I think of you
When sun shines
I miss you
When snow falls
I know
that I must let you go
When you were gone
we planted a young tree
in memory
and twenty years later
from that day
I wonder
how you have grown
Are you a gentle birch
sighing in the breeze
or an apple bearing maiden
or a larch with golden leaves
Maybe you are a willow
with trailing veils and skirts
a fragrant pine
or a somber elm or an ash
with spinning keys
I will return
I’ll come alone
and sit within your shade
A tree it is eternal
A poem
not a grave
Blue mountain
Summer dreams
have led me to your summit
I can breathe here
I am alone
I am at one
with your soft mists
and rugged trails
The meadows
breathe of peace
and Summer warmth
releasing perfume
of wild thyme
of honeyed air
of rosemary
and lemon thyme
I would stay here
with the pines
and lonely stars
Yet I descend
for you hold me
to the world
Summer heat within
Hot coals igniting
I see you touch
her hand
you know I’m watching
You want me to let go
For I am burning
For you are ice and bone
and Winter snow
A scent bourne on the breeze
Sweet rose,anemones,
Winter jasmine blooms
by the sweet peas

A garden is a poem
of scented words
of butterflies and bees
and little birds
Winter lace
adorns the windowpanes
Crisp white snow
crunches underfoot
a trail of crimson drops
lead to the winter woods
Summer’s gone
I’d only just begun
to feel so free
The earth of life
of light
Just you and me
moving,dancing
by the sea
where I found shells
murmuring
their mystery
Hopeful still
I search the sky
and see a lone white dove
circling eternally
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