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Taking with me...

door killea

Taking with me...

The loving, caring man I once knew
the glistening kiss of the sun on snow
everywhere the snow, day and night,
magical star-filled skies, moon bright
bare forests, dressed in white,
the lone wolf, his single howl
answered by my adoring bad boy Brandy
Thanksgiving, the emu which they call turkey
on the table, the stuffing and all the goodies
the grand company, the sled rides into hysterics
down the slope, into the field of white
the Christmas tree, the gifts so sweet
cosy indoors, cold outside, snowflakes on my face.

All this I take with me...

Spring still cold, then hot, then cold again
budding trees every day a little greener
the view into the sky at night,
touching clarity into our solar system
then to the mountain called Mountain
the humming birds and critters' joy-filled mornings
the peace in the forest, the cabin so exquisite,
shopping, fish fry Fridays, the Casino
the close friend, to whom I will be
indebted forever, with love, conversations, laughter
and everyone knew me, and friendliness in abundance,
the lakes, and Green Bay's beautiful houses,
the peaceful Armish delights, and the mountain
forever calling, like the sound of the Ocondo
flowing ever downwards, the music of the wilderness
singing the song of farewell.

All this, and more, I take with me...


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  • drebddronefish
    Leuk om je nog eens te lezen met je eigen overvloedig romantische stijl. Mooi dicht!
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