A walk in the forest
Along a rocky path
Worn by
generations
Amidst
towering pines
A wind
whispers
Through the
trees
A fox is
startled
and
scampers away
Conifer aroma
Fills my
environment
Making the
day
And life
worthwhile
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She was not
the most beautiful,
he was far
from the handsomest
In first
meeting,
they were
linked
Everything
fades,
the day
into night,
youth into
age
Love often
declines,
theirs
never did
Clearly, a
mystery
How do some
loves survive
while many
others don’t
They didn’t
seek the answer,
just
enjoyed the outcome
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Well-written novels
With classic
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Comfort my mind
Well-written
films
With gripping
plots
Are so
pleasurable
Well-written poetry
With singing
lines
Makes my soul
soar
If
perfection be a thought
Then
I’ll think of thee as such
I’ll
raise you to a Goddess
I’ll
drop myself to dust
The
sun shall be your subject
The
moon shall be your throne
Your
heaven shall exist
Within
my mind
May
it ever be your home
(Note: I wrote this poem 68 years ago when I was 19.
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Songs we
sang together
spin
through my mind,
lingering
memories
of those
happy times
With you
Walking all
alone
to our park
now
rouses a
hunger
for those
happy times
With you
Our
breakfast table
began the
feast
in my daily
life
of those
happy times
With you
For thousands
of mornings
over the
past 40 years
my blue and
gray jacket
has
shielded me against
the first
chill of each day
Part of an
ensemble,
somehow
along the way
the pants were
discarded
The jacket stayed
with me
worn into
my old age
Warming my
upper body
after I
arose from bed
through the
many many years
Finally,
ashes for me
a ragbag
for my jacket
Together
for four decades,
our
destinies are coupled
When his aging
soul departs
will I be
torn into rags
before
being discarded
Born in a
sweat shop,
mostly blue
and gray,
a woman who
loved him
presented me
to him
He named me
‘my jacket’
Every cool
morning,
he always
put me on,
relishing
my warmth
Oh, how he
treasures me
He named me
‘my jacket’
