Trees so tall their
wind turned branches stroke the air.
leaves still green,
still stretching sunward
will burn red and gold soon.
Wood pigeons cause a flurry
by the birdbath,
as I pass they indicate surprise
with strange cries.
Look up at the sky,
it’s blue again
no clouds.
a silver plane flies north,
are people looking down at us?
If only love made time last
would like this morning
to be longer,
for our turning earth
to pause for a moment.
How dear you are to me.
I stretch my hand
to touch you,
as if you are a leaf
bathed in light.
no shadows on your face,
no shadows in your eyes
but smiling with the beauty
seen by those who love.
Come kiss me now ,my dove.
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