I replied,

    "Why plant a single bulb in the garden when
    Autumn's cold numbs the hands?

    "Why gather colored leaves and place them
    in wax paper for children?

    "Why dry a rose that was given to me by my
    lover, who is my spouse?

    "Tis hope, tis sharing, tis memory."

And then, he smiled at me, and I at him, as we
watched the last leaves falling from the trees
that lined a city street.


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Conversation On
A Cold Bench

"Why write short-short stories or
poems?  Why write letters or such
small things?" He asked of me as
we sat on a cold bench in
Washington DC.
In Deepest Sympathy -
Poetry for those that grieve
Building Faith, Hope, & Love -
Stories and Writings
A Cup Of Cold Water -
Letters For The Thirsty
A Pause In The Forest -
Poetry for thoughtful moments