Sunday, April 24, 2016

This Road



Gentle rain coaxed the leaves.
Buds sprayed the trees in a mist
Of green, a dripping arch over
The road as I drove.  This road
'round the lake I shared with you
A thousand times and more.
It calls to me sometimes.
As I drive this road now,
I see you then.
Your eager heart, your smile.
I miss your hand in mine.







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