Sitting under the oak tree feeling protected from severe weather. Advertisements
His path, long and dark, where choices were sinister and he’d not look back.
Darkness dwells below this willow and yet sunlight dances on its crown.
In cosmic space-time you get limited moments to love and give thanks
Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.
My words are the leaves of winter: gone. Not seen or heard or read. I’m bare.
There they are: All words. I can see them at night up in the sky like stars.