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


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,


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.

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