among the things
you'll never know
is how these hills look
in the snow ...
the pure of white
at break of day
and how it fades
so quickly away ~
the first new buds
of the roses in spring
or the joy that
their new colors bring ...
butterflies dancing
around the blooms
and how the light
fills all these rooms ~
the intensity of the
summer sun
how nights and days
turn into one ...
storms that bring
a sudden breeze
with strong winds
playing in the trees ~
leaves that turn
to gold in fall
with reds and yellows
i miss them all ...
i love the fireplace
when it glows
and spreads its warmth
down to my toes ~
but more than these ...
among the things
you'll never know
is how it hurt
to let you go.
Always good to read a good "western classic" in a sea of free verse.This had very good rhyme, but just a few tiny stumbles in flow or rhythm.I hope you take no offense as this IS very good......scribbler