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There's no day like tomorrow
for it may never come,
if the worries of today,
causes us to succumb.

The wind in the Willows,
The shimmering breeze,
Branches, rubbing together
In the largest of trees.
Needles falling to ground
Covering the old debris,
Of twigs and small branches
And the wet, fallen leaves.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926) Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist

Happy New Year!!

The Moonlight reflects off the lake,
on this early, misty morn.
There are few sounds, to partake
from the cottages, that adorn.
My love for you, that you forsake,
from my heart, so forlorn,
caused this heart of mine to ache,
and from my chest was torn.
I now must return to the lake,
near where I was born.

The wonders of the Winter storm
has passed this way again.
The plants, are all settled down
with mulch upon their head,
as their hearty bulbs are resting,
in the beds of loam,
awaiting heat, from a warming Sun.
This cycle of a plant's life
will repeat, once again, ad infinitum.

I feel the rain, my teeth a chatter
as the wind creates, such a splatter.
Wearing a Gore-Tex coat, I must brag
until the rain runs down my leg.
My body's dry, as is my head,
but the pants are soaked, so back to bed.

We were strangers, when we first met.
We are becoming strangers now and yet
a lifetime of memories, that were made,
are mostly gone and can't be replayed.
Such a loss for you and I,
but try we must, not to cry.

When I plead my troth, dearest wife,
it was to you and for life.
Worry not, I do say to thee,
this place in life is where I'll be.
I love you so, my darling one,
your are my World, Moon and Sun.

The blazing red of the fire bright,
brings us a comfort and delight.
The flickering of flames, the silent night
are shadows I see, within this light.