The Empty Rocker on the Porch at Pheasant Farm

Ere memory tombed be deep beneath the snow  
and winter come to mine aged sorrow seize --  
farewell to May, her flowers from a beau,  
bouquets of hummingbirds and honeybees,  
silk zephyrs wrapped in rainbow tissue glow,  
card garden glazed, shade penned with sea green trees,  
a lazing idyll, late noon nap, and grin,  
the candlelight a gloaming ushered in.  


in remembrance of  
Shari Mae
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
Published | Edited 6th Jan 2023
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