Wednesday, February 1, 2012

“The Aging of Love”

At first   
            its warmth penetrated   
                        cascading over me like sunshine               
                        murmuring to me with the rhythm of soft rain   
            cleansing my spirit—   
                        cool, sweet, crystalline   
                        swaying in the breeze   
Then came   
            sparking eyes   
                        a trickle of laughter   
                        following me forever   
            Gummy Bears   
                        Silky baby powder   
                        the earthy scent of youth   
                        rippling and dancing   
            the yellowing lace and wrinkling skin   
                        a soft sigh of summer’s end   
                        Autumn’s whispering   
            bittersweet kisses   
                        soft pats of affection   

 Copyright 1996 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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