Updated: Jan 29
By Larry Chamberlin, 10 November 2017
I never think of her Never when the wind is chill and the leaves are turning gold never when the need to cuddle for the winter comes on strong. Never when snow blankets the ground and my heart needs warming up never when the sun sleeps early and takes it’s time to rise. I never think of her when leaf buds make a sheen of ghostly green upon the trees or when azaleas bloom. I never think of her when I smell the dogwood and walk the woods alone in pungent Spring decay. I never think of her when summer comes in on the empty water of the lake where again I am my own.
© 10 November 2017 Larry Chamberlin, Chamberlin Law & Mediation