Saturday, April 20, 2019

Day 20 NaPoWriMo

Thirty-Four

  After Kate Braid and Emily Carr

Trees rush
time races by
as minutes become days,
days become years.
You and I are not changed much,
possibly older, wiser,
certainly sillier, healthier.
To a paradise of pink
we are together after moving,
after children,
after retirement of one,
not surprised to see each day begin
with thoughts of how the other one is feeling,
when we’ll be in the same city,
where our next adventure will take us into the
deep woods.


© April 2019

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