Sun City

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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