Down a Worn Path

Grown old, I think of her less often now,

But always when walking here at the edge

Of winter, fading light of first bright days.

 

She is that faint shimmering above a sun-

Warmed stone at the edge of the stream,

Staying and going into the cold night air.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-02-20 at 18:59

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Brian Oarr
Almost Frost-like, this piece. I wrote once, "perception dithers at a span of years". I know you have this sense also, CF.

Brian
2012-02-21


shells
Age and thinking, revisiting that mindset, love gone, I suspect too soon, it's all here and I love it.
2012-02-21


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A magnificently evocative sense of a long lost love. Your words trigger the same path in me. Thank you for unlocking the door.

Joe
2012-02-20


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a beautiful
feeling dancing in your words
Thanks for sharing
2012-02-20