She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, December 12, 2009

December

Sombre Skies fall
There is nothing but grey light
The trees around you
And a million windswept
Flakes of snow
On their way
To somewhere...

A million more follow
After that
A million more

December snowfall
Expected
But unlooked for
She arrives in her own way
In her own time
Own her own day


Silently
Sounding
Softly
Surrounding



Such
Intimate
Moments
...
...



As these

November

November

Refrained
Reflecting
Remembering

Requiem
Reserved

In my mind
Heart
Soul

Since 1963