Wednesday, June 25, 2014

To My Wife 6

It rains here.
It snows here.
We receive Sunshine
when we need.
Towards the
End of Summer,
the leaves change colours.
There is an
excitement,
as the students
get settled
within a new school term,
and the air
brings a hint
of change.
The
Winters
are
long.
The continuing gray skies
can be convincing
to doubt.
Yet, we learn
to find warmth
with each other,
somehow.
And it leads
to greater appreciation
for the arrival
of Spring.
As the
minds of the winds
are determined,
we receive flowers
of every colour.
And our Summers
Are mild and
enduring.
There is much
to admire
within our

emerald necklace.

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