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Beside the pond.... (wistful)

          I sat beside the pond
          this morning.
          Early sun ...
          vibrant in its warm flush
          of golden welcome
          came cascading down
          from treetops' glow,
          embracing grass,
          gifting colors vividly alive,
          lifting flowers' faces …
          with their honey-pollened smiles.
          I was amazed
          at how the breeze knew
          I missed you
          or was even thinking of you,
          but I’d swear
          it touched mine with your cheek,
          slid a wisp of your locks
          across my shoulder,
          and became the sweetness
          of your breath.
          Olive oil and rose bouquet ...
          ... it hung for awhile
          in the morning air,
          a fragrant marker
          along a trail of yesterdays,
          leading to You ...
          places of dreams and hope,
          of love and laughter
          and impossible possibilities.
          I almost started to believe
          I’d turn my head ~
          and you’d be there.
          Each year
          has come and gone …
          You, like fertile mana
          ever glowing, growing
          in my heart.
          It’s said all things end,
          and walking back to the house,
          I sensed that coming truth
          as Autumn's leaves
          began falling
          like tears ~
          washing around
          my feet.
Written by RichardJ
Published | Edited 16th Oct 2018
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