Reflections

Holding hands we walk the path by the ever-flowing river.  At times we pause, we kneel upon weathered rocks, under a tree whose bark has been pierced by ancestral bows.  We peek over the glistening bank to ponder the reflections….What do we see?

May birthstone

the sky in the river

dances with leaves

birthday pic

the trees boasts

more wrinkles

spring births

the river scatters dawn

everywhere

nightfall

billion-year-old stars

still shine


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE

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