Weary and beaten
Yet vastly firm...

Her dark crystal hair
Stands out on the limpid sea...

Snowflakes landing
Over the mud littered path...

Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...

Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...

Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...

All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...