I never think of her

by Larry Chamberlin   Nov 10, 2017


I never think of her

Never when the wind is chill
and the leaves are turning gold
never when the need to cuddle
for the winter comes on strong.

Never when snow blankets the ground
and my heart needs warming up
never when the sun sleeps early
and takes it’s time to rise.

I never think of her
when leaf buds make a sheen
of ghostly green upon the trees
or when azaleas bloom.

I never think of her
when I smell the dogwood
and walk the woods alone
in pungent Spring decay.

I never think of her
when summer comes in
on the empty water of the lake
where again I am my own.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Brenda

    Larry, this is so beautifully written. I was like; oh no, now I'm sad.....

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I don't know whether I will be able to nominate this one later, but this deserves the front page. It is simply a stunning piece of poetry that left a lump in my throat. My favourite of yours and - considering your back catalogue - that is as high a compliment as I can give it.

    Take care, Larry

  • 1 week ago

    by Em

    This is astounding work as always Larry

  • 1 week ago

    by Mark

    Just beautiful, I wish I had one more nomination

  • 2 weeks ago

    by ddavidd

    The more you describing reveals how deep your connecting is with her, that you have to beacon the elements, and poetry, to deny her presence.

    Utterly beautiful Larry.

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