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 2023
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Enjoyed the poem and now am missing my soft-coated Wheaton Terrier.
Thank you, pleased you enjoyed it, but so sorry to hear it has brought up sad thoughts.
Wheaton Terriers are lovely, although I’ve never had the pleasure of owning one. sue.