You came to the fence, when breezes blew leaves from the trees. We greeted each other as old friends are want to do.
She was your world. Cordelia of the winter snow. You of the summer sun. How you loved each other.
The fence was your pirate ship. How you loved to reach for the stars.
Content with each other.
The world of the fence was enough. Peace in its corner.Her balcony. Your muse.
You let me in.......
Together at the fence. Where we met when crickets sang their nightly songs.
To greet your companion of snow, from all through those years. Those many years.
And there was a hush. From that moment on.
Those times of quiet contemplation.
And she. She will miss you. As I will....
And when grasses blow softly and butterflies and crickets sing, I will see you there. I will remember you........
PHOTOGRAPHS 2024 FOR LISA S.
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