Archive for November 8th, 2014

The days and years
Tell me
Of color greying
Of skin weathering,
But in my mind’s eye
You are held
Your smile each morning
Is like the sunrise
Cresting mountains
Across a fog misted
Blue-grey valley,
Your gentle touch
Still makes my heart pound
Like ocean waves
Crashing and cascading
Across a rocky shoreline
Within my chest
Your kindness
Caresses me
Like a gentle breeze
On a warm summer’s evening
Your love
Envelopes me
Like a warm blanket
On a cold winter’s night
How do I love thee?
Across the days and years
From breath-taking dawn
Through mid-day’s lust,
Evening’s gentle breeze
To Winter’s warm embrace.
I love you across
Our lives together
God willing,
[My response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning  (Sonnet 43)   —    kmab]
On This Day In:
2021 Closer To Understanding
On My Knees
2020 Profit From Ongoing Disintegration
I’m A Dreamer
2019 Even When We Have A Criminal / Dangerous / Incompetent President
2018 But It Keeps Trying
Blue Wave, But Not Blue Tsunami
2017 The Promise At Risk
2016 Or As Will Come In Time
2015 It Is Another Beautiful Day At The Red Pony Bar And Continual Soiree…
2014 Days And Years
2013 Currency And Transport
2012 Something Which Did Not Exist Before
2011 True Magic

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