CUL-DE-SAC

Today the creek is running high

The frogs make their wobbling cry

Spring is a light wind and sunshine

In a stony landscape I see every time.

Sometimes with green hills, sometimes golden

Where dragonflies are emboldened.

And now she’s beside me,

Filling the silence by just being there.

She’s distracted by shadows on the water

And pictures that are framed by wild oak trees

The forms and shapes that only she sees.

We hold hands, walk and talk of whatever,

The trees and the trail and maybe the weather.

Spring brings its long daylight

And sadness is banished by the canyon,

The creek and a sweet companion.

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