Reminiscence Poem by Wil Michael Wrenn

The wind blows cold across the lake--
I think of you.

The chill seems to penetrate
straight to the very marrow
of my bones--
I remember you.

The crystal clear water,
like a giant mirror
lying on the surface of the earth,
reflects the slate blue sky above--
I picture you.

The trees catch the muted rays
of the sun...
The waves ripple...
The leaves rustle...

I divine your presence here--
wistfully.


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