Steven B Taylor

Rookie (2/10/1939 / New York City)

Embers - Poem by Steven B Taylor



Opus 37

Watching a campfire,
The embers glowing in the darkness
The memories come back to me
Like the experiences themselves
Glowing with the warmth
Of our friendship.
That day we met
The candlelight dinners
Talking to geese,
And deer
Sharing a meal in the woods
Our conversation
The warmth of your smile
Each one fading with
The dying embers.

The ashes are still warm,
Like the fading memory.

Love brings it back to me
And the fire rekindles!

August 17,1997

Comments about Embers by Steven B Taylor

  • Rookie Robert E Hann (11/21/2009 9:16:00 AM)

    You're comin' in Loud and Clear....good one.
    Thanx, Robert (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, July 15, 2011

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