Acorns

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In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,

in the silent barreness

of our woods underground 

bumble bees draw close,

and chipmunks remain silent,

praying for a blanket

of snow, and to remember

where their acorns

lay hidden.

     

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The Softness of the Golden Sun

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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering

through our hearts,

thoughts of younger love,

of you and I

our boots swishing through the leaves,

holding hands

with gloves on,

and drawing you close,

smiling

in our autumn jackets.

My Love, do you remember

that day in the park?

      

Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies