December Visit

the Sun had set and the night sky was clear as the storm headed out to Sea leaving the new fallen snow glistening in the moon's light I viewed from my mountain top home as she made her way across the white oasis leaving not a sign in the cold powder she was as I remember her fire red hair flowing past her shoulders her gentle way powerfully perceived her warmth felt through the chilling air of this December night she visits me at every snowfall for it was her favorite time 'there is nothing more beautiful' she would say smiling through her heart she walks to the edge of the wood where we would often sit below the first pine pauses and sends a whisper my way caught by the wind and delivered just before she vanishes behind a swirling gust of white

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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