4/26

Drove ten hours to sit on your bench at sunset,

To hear the geese fly, see deer depart, run off

By our dogs.

The skies darken through lavenders, smell

Salt marshes and write to you of the beauty, sorrow

My heart holds.

Of birth day wishes, I hold to do this simple thing:

Spend the hour as day looses the best light of all,

to love you.