In dreams
I walk in furrows
of deep crusted snow
with you
where we once walked
in slow motion Autumn
among nodding twigs and leaves of many colors
before we started Winter fires
loving; the flames turning crackling logs
into silent gray ash
sweeter than all the songs
ever sung
caring not if Spring
would ever come;
and yet it did
larkspur and cornflowers
and now I sit in the Summer sun alone
warm winds blowing from the sea
no Autumn winds nor scent of larkspur;
no cornflowers comfort me.
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About toritto
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
:-)
toritto 
Few wives and lovers can have enjoyed such tributes and sincerity, Frank.
You always manage to capture the essence of a love that was pure and unselfish.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Pete – Do you know when you’re having a good writing day? Well about 6 months ago this one came out of nowhere. I think it’s one of my best – and favorites. I’ll be lucky to get one a year like it! Regards
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