The Harvest of Their Years

The richness of their vintage years still glows,
and holds his loneliness at bay. Today,
he tends his rows of mellow memories,
content to savor moments plucked by time
that linger, filled with flavor, in his mind.

He feels her presence near—her touch as light
and soft as apple blossoms floating down
to rest upon his palm. He smiles at how
her nuances of thought would shift; her look
of impish resignation when she’d murmur
“Yes dear,” and his eyes would twinkle back.

He doesn’t worry now, about the state
of world affairs, or whether rain will fall
tomorrow. Wrapped in contemplation of
the seasons of their love, he waits his call…
rejoicing in the harvest of their years.

Copyright © 2003 Laryalee Fraser • Used with permission • All rights reserved.
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