
February 8, 2026Poem
As the sun hangs
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As the sun hangs
Low in the sky,
Warm for this time of year,
Bringing smiles
To the faces of fellow
Travellers,
And as excited squirrels
Steal peanuts
From a bird table,
Surrounded by
Impudent sparrows
Flitting in and out
It is still raining.
Precious moments
Though hard to come by
Fall out of the blue,
And melt like snow flakes
In the furnace
Of my heart,
Where you still dance.
I can see you now
As I turn,
Floating down the aisle,
The glow of you
As bright as the heavens
And my vision
Once blurred,
Fogged by the salt
Of tears and circumstance,
Is cleared.
The shadow of farewell
Pushed to the edge,
Held in abeyance
By memory
And a promise
Fulfilled,
Sworn with purity
And held so dearly,
Binding our souls
Together,
For all time.