Friday, May 10, 2013

5/10


The wheat is turning from spectacular
blued green as it ripens to a wonderful
hazed yellowy sage. 


The dogs and I have walked the perimeter
Under a sky marbled by clouds and now rest
Beneath that pine.

Oh this night to have your presence, even if only 
Ghosting in my mind...better company than any others,
Even only memory.

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