Canyon Country, CA
I walked among the fallen leaves,
and felt your hand in mine;
I turned to speak and naught was there,
but gnarled trees entwined.
I sat along the winter's beach,
and heard your steps near me,
when I looked up to see your face,
a gull flew out to sea.
Among the flowers in springtime green,
I sat in mild repose.
You touched my cheek, I reached for you,
and found my brightest rose.
In summer's shade my thoughts go back;
thru' mounded years they send,
my memories to the time I found
a new and loving friend.
~*~ I write to know I am alive ~*~