Formerly I frequently strolled
A decade or two of miles
Through the deepest snow
In the wind-blown bottomland
To keep an appointment
With an elm or a white birch,
Or with an old acquaintance
Among the wild plum trees.
Today I sit alone on a high cliff
Surrounded by my only intimates--
The cypress trees and red pines.
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Always,
Deborah
poignant read
PS: I have similar intimates, almost but not quite the same.
John