Thinking of You
Sitting with someone, a warm, open fire.
Someone else adds a fresh log or two.
I watch sparks climbing fire's golden spire,
more lovely when once I watched with you.
Star-crusted sky, moon a silken sphere;
tears fill my eyes...I wish you were here
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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