Monday, October 27, 2008
It has been one long year: time lonely spent
Once more I’m outside while the cold winds blow
Our house is vacant; it was time I went.
Beloved, do you remember the snow?
Stark and silent hills, the river below?
The endless forest, cloaked in brown and gray?
Though this place clings, I must finally go
That house grew too cold; I could never stay
Behind me, my trail will fade in a day
See our names carved in the white beech tree?
That was by you in your old-fashioned way
Bless you for the all the life you gave me
Can you still see the gold ring on my hand?
I’ll always wear it, for it is our band.