Evening shadows wrap around him
Offer a dark cloak of disguise
The stigmata of his longing heart
Lurk behind his blue unblinking eyes
He walks the path often yearning
For the life that could never be
Then he stops to count his blessings
Beneath the sorrowed willow tree
His mind says to be grateful
For all the love he has to hold
but heart and mind don’t always sync
Especially when the night turns cold
Pulls his collar up against the wind
Sings a sad George Jones country song
Remembers her sweet smile and her promise
Little things that keep love strong…
Regis
To counting his blessings and beyond little things keeping love strong. Splendid poetry Fe.
Lady Mary Ann
most enjoyable reading
the pic sets a perfect scene
Peace be with you
William
Ron
Hugs,
Chrissie
Hugs,
Anna
things that keep love strong'
Always,
Deborah
common spirits the willow and he are weeping, nice.
Budd
Love ya!
Jane
Nice write...beautiful
Best wishes......neerja