The brook gossips once again,
and Day Lillies evince a smile
along the path of promises,
through woods of years in a pile.

Sunlight filters down,
among leaves of hours and days,
served on a golden platter
of steaming, delicious entrees.

But we can see the clearing now,
the brook has gone its way,
only a thicket here and there
to savor day by day.

We still remember our sylvan times,
of love laughter,and tears
when the brook went flowing by,
and the woods were full of years.

01/27/2002

Posted on 01/27/2002
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