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I love these days of Sun
When plants emerge from the earth.
Pushing through the cold, cold ground,
Like birthing life with no noise.
Soon the season of our Spring
Will be here. Filled with growth
Of beautiful Perennials and of bulbs.
Sounds of birds, seeking food to eat.
The appearances of Bees, flitting there
At the flowered plants, a variety
Of colors, both reds and yellows.
What a feast for eyes it will be
Bringing the tranquility of natures love.
When neighbors pass and compliment
I feel good about the work
Of keeping up our floral display.

Oh the love I have for you,
Is more than I can ever say,
As I watch you slowly slip away.
While your body, has much ache and pain,
The person you are, does still remain.
One I've loved over all the years
And the beautiful face of yours, appears
The same as the one that started
My love for you. Now I am broken hearted.

There is no sound of broken glass,
Nor the sound of a branch broken,
That the heart makes, in a morass
Of painful angst, with no word spoken.
For my love remains here for thee
While you, my love, no longer remember me.

I tire on this cold, chilly day,
When Winter keeps our Spring at bay.
I pray that this long cold spell,
Leaves us soon. I know it will.

#sunset #whidbeyisland

Remembering back to those adventures galore,
In the days of late Summer, away to the shore.
Joyful we were and we lacked hesitation.
Packing up the car for a vacation.
Pile into the car, kids in the back,
On our way; we can soon relax
Head down the road and don't forget,
The kids asking, " Are we there yet?

I've written down words,
Some strange words galore,
About leaving these writings
On the cold, cold floor.
When these words, spring into my head,
So rapidly that my eyes can't shed
The tears that gather on my eye lid.
So I write fast and if they did,
Stay on my eyes, as a vapor
And not fall down upon my paper.