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Read on an old blog of mine.
after all these years,
a new note, bringing tears.
Someone wrote of a find,
asking one once in our sphere,
of an old saddle with your initials signed.
Reading of you, will now ride it, cherished dear.
We last only as long, thus I remind,
as our memories are held clear,
time moves on past lives that once shined.
A new note, sadness, a smile, tears
after all these years.
Almost imperceivable, night lightens into day
and the first sounds are of birds stirring,
And now again is that time, simple delight
of geese wings overhead whirring,
And I listen to the many voices, duets
calling to each other, then to flocks.
In the barely brightening daybreak mists,
now again is that time, wakening to cracking shocks
And, from across the marshes, comes
echoing to my ears that sharp, low thunder.
And now listen to the forlorn call of one
flying in unison with another no longer.
Sun has set,
and dusk is falling
Listening, a pair of eagles
aloft, chirr-chirr-chirring
high in stilling air
Leaves hanging, twisting
in skies darkening, simple
silhouettes graying, fading
Intervening blues
Woke this day to sun-kissed mists,
sweet smell of hay drying well.
Memory evoked, near and gone
light and sharp as glass.
Grateful for all that has passed,
all the hay in lofts, al the anniversaries
thirty years long.
These the part only the heart keeps.