Carved in sequoia,
Our initials drawn within,
A heart still sappy,
Or was that a fantasy,
Of a sixteen year old fool?
Tag: love
A new ritual
Woven into my being
Like a small French braid
Picking up another strand
Held into place with love and care
You two make me smile
Without reservation
So much so it hurts
Tonight’s suspicions confirmed
Ice cream is best served with friends
Lightning strikes again
Without warning or reply
On a canvas of blue
Not even a speck of white
And yet it feels like clockwork
A moment captured
Sunlight sealed in silver’s kiss
Radiant color
Your smile hits me like lightning
They say it never strikes twice.
Awake late tonight
My circle of golden friends
some twenty-five years
You, my chosen family
Make me laugh like no other
I defy the thought
I chose to weather with you
Every season’s gift
Summer’s fruit, Autumn’s harvest,
And Winter’s delicate kiss.
Some may say our love
Is like the Sakura tree
Blooming in Springtime
Intoxicatingly pink
Followed by barren branches
A well-built breakfast,
Starting before a sunrise,
Two eggs and wheat toast
Jam, potatoes, and my friends,
These are the things I crave.
Friendship looks like bread,
Specifically banana,
Baked to perfection,
Hand delivered by beauties,
Grinning ear to ear with joy.