Remember the Brilliant Green of Summer
the leaves are turning no longer the brilliant green of
summer
coins tossed into the fountain source of life water
splashes
catching the morning sun light glimmers off the water
remember other times new beginnings painful endings
slip easily into remembrance a boy straight and strong
you breathe time wasted thrown from the bridge
someone said we were killing it we didn't know
how precious how short a sacred place
the well grown dry grief moves in suddenly
you realize many days have passed many months
many years something from the past...still I think of you
January 14, 2017
1 comment:
We never realize how fleeting those golden years are, my friend. The memories, while beautiful, also bring pain. A beautiful poem.
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