Summer's last hurrah....

Summer's last hurrah--
songbirds, the smell of peaches,
and careless sunburns.

4/25/14

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

5/17/14

Yellow moon, lighting
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.

Opening windows...

Opening windows
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.

I can't remember whom I wrote this about...

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

Two birds celebrate
Winter's thaw with song, though Spring's
new air is still cold.

And speaking of feeling depressed...

Stop! When I hear this
song, I only remember
death and losing you.




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Your ashes now sit
in a cedar box. Winter
now comes without you.