Maine and More 551

When we were young,

the leaves were beginning to turn,

on our wedding day,

our love was orange quickly,

turning to red,

we were breathing deeply,

learning about air.

Now that we are older,

our love is softer,

but deeper, and the leaves,

turning to a rich golden,


Even if they do fall,

our love will not end,


growing instead,

as tall as an uncut cedar,

while the snow speaks softly,

whispering approval,

the wind caressing our limbs,

as we look up,

into the warm,

winter sun.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

14 thoughts on “Contemplation

    1. Wow, I love your comment, but I’m not that quite good! 🙂 I do love writing about nature and love. I think they go together well. 🙂 Peace and have a great weekend!

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