Apart.

 


There is a certain time of day

when the sun quietly smiles,

 

and catches in the leaves

the colours that you wore.

 

 

Tonight, time walks softly.

 

 

Across the garden lost within

the golden tones of a dying sun

 

the voice of a robin

calling you near.

© sweetwater 2022
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ChairmanWow

Enjoyed the poem and now am missing my soft-coated Wheaton Terrier.

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