awaken with willow warblers at dawn, pastel ribbons upon dewy grass, half-awake, half-forgetting dreams the night before —
faint morning hunger that must be fed, pearls of light glinting through the windows, coffee percolates, aroma of baked bread, warmth served on a round table —
the afternoon oxen plow the hardened soil, sweat upon the brow, blackbirds bicker as bees fierce hunger under the heightened sun —
when cools the twilight down, softer the laughter and the sighs, content to hunger at suppertime our love is summer’s fullest day.
She walks in silence among the lilies dressed in white against the purple twilight as verse and chapter fade into the night, lost chords of song, unfinished symphonies, jigsaw puzzles of life’s perplexities — time to let go what once was held so tight let darkest hours await for gleams of light when morning breaks with possibilities.
I bask in the linen warmth of summer rejoicing with the creatures of the field on a warm July I will remember when doors closed shut, familiar pathways sealed I look to topaz days of November to start anew, heart’s joy will I not yield.
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