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A Poem for John On His Birthday
Your diamonds in the sky with Lucy, mine in the snow
today as the sun rose in the woods, the temperature dropped
a magical mystery tour, as flakes turned to crystal
and your voice in my head, (we fed our heads together John, those years)
no music to the magic today but yours
woodland turned to white strawberry fields
as I try each day to imagine, and in the silence
of your absence have songs
playing now only in my head with yours
come together
2 comments:
beautiful poem, beautiful photo. is that your river this morning, Julie?
My river, earlier this year. I don't have quite that much ice yet. Give it another week, lol!
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