Robert Melliard Poems

When I take a walk without my dog
I miss his eagerness and bounce.
I miss the way he sniffs around
and pees on every tree and wall.
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It's hard to say exactly when it starts.

Apart from obvious grey hair,
it may be when you hardly bend enough
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With past lovers, lost but not forgotten,
a figure, face or gesture
reminds us poignantly at times
of their missed beauty, warmth
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Snow falls soft and gently:
it settles almost imperceptibly
on ground and roofs and trees.
It even stays on twigs and branches
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There are horses in Asturias
which live in mountains day and night,
surviving heavy rain and freezing dawns.
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I love the line that brushes down your neck,
then curves around your shoulder
and strays along your side.
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How long will this go on -
this seeing you as young?

You must have wrinkles now,
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When did I first see you,
with your neat, firm shape
and your mischievous smile?
It might have been yesterday...
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Woman, with your gentle ways,
you complement my life.

You think of things I'd never dream of.
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