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The last decaying reniments 
of summers glorious bounty
that adorned and dressed
the sprawling towering trees
fall like confetti
and are swept away
precariously biting breeze.

The winter sun peeps from behind 
the ominous clouds of grey
As icicle fingers hang from moss covered 
cold boulders
as the cursing cutting air gets colder.

Following the winding well trodden path
over bridge spanning gushing brook
I catch my own reflection
and my whole world is shook.

It took me years to travel these steps
we used to love our special place
Where the winter wind would blow your hair
and redden the cheeks upon your wonderful face.

How we would love to walk arm in arm
laughing  talking and acting like a child 
then suddenly both stop without signal
and I'd push you against a tree
and kiss you passionately for a while,

How we laughed tears when I mistaking
a cow for a bull
and you got your hair caught on a low branch
and it got tangled boy had we to pull.

In my mind I see you so clearly
and hear the words you used to say
and my heart is so full of pain
as I recall that terrible day
we rested you beneath the lovers oak tree
where you declared your death defying love for me
and we both carved our names for eternity.

No words can express just how much I miss you
My life a lonely desert where nothing blooms
a sea of grey
until we meet once again by the oak tree
wait for me
one glorious heavenly summers day.




Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

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