By La Jonn O. Klein
Golden seasons fade to gray,
Crystalline winter's icy cloak once bright colors.
Warmth and laughter mute,
And softer sounds tickle deafened ears as smiles now look back with wistful yearning.
Nature's course has aged all;
Leaving once fertile fields no longer lush or ripe.
Yet in heart and mind the memory lingers
Of loving smiles and silken touch.
In mind's eye the face never ages, the heart never fails,
And Love blooms eternal in a spring that lasts forever.
---dedicated to my wife on December 25th as a gift to the woman I still love after all these years.