Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Ode to My Days with Dan

Half Mountain
 

Wind still
Window sill
Frost forming
Marigolds mourning

Green grass growing
She shines, showing
her honey hair
Falling free, fair

Precious poetry penned.....past
Liaisons lovely, leaving.....Last
lines linger long.....lazy 
Her heart, humbled....hazy

Sober saints.... sinners...... sacred synergy
Cares, concerns collected....cantankerous cacophony
Silenced, still..... so slowly sailing
away, awake, alive...alleviated ailing

Wind still
Window sill
Memories mingling
Souls singing

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