That Season of the Year
It seems but yesterday that I said my
first shy hello to Joan in winter time.
That season she was home from high school by
her father's leave from distant state and clime.
Her smile rent my young rogue heart clean that day
and she poured a small vile of peace therin.
Such calming spirit nice did gently lay
and seeped thoughout this being's soul within.
Inane words came from my tongue I confess,
but cared not I to be some kind of joke.
Her eyes said she was happy nonetheless
to be with me until her time was broke.
Chance meeting, life turned sharply by the fates.
In time becomming youngish loving mates.l
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