Light shimmering through the old
Fox Ridge Pines,
Dancing between, the needles of time.
Snows melting,
Snows melting, under the pines;
Under the pines, again.
My, memory, of you, is coming,
back to me again.
And your love, you shown to thee.
Under the pines, we saw stars, fall.
T. Plotz 1-19-2015
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