I'm lonely for the perfume of sun warmed roses,
the spun sugar clouds of the morning sky
smell of rain on willows by the river
small breath of wind, soft as a sigh.
thunder like rolling wagon wheels.
red cedar swing in the dusky twilight
tiny stars glimmering in
the freshening of night.
raindrops like tiny soldiers jumping out of puddles.
a calm place to be alone and think out all my troubles.
filling my own needs instead of having them filled
caring for my garden and consuming the yield.
Someday I will be old.
Some things I'll no longer know.
Maybe I will lose my thoughts
and all I sought to hold.
I will miss the wonders
I've lived in and loved
and the influence in my life...
of God above
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