Cinnamon

one more basket of pears after this one,
soup is made, tomatoes, picked,
love my alley neighbor,
she has the best crop this year.

a phone call, something to
change the season around a bit
I can smell the cinnamon, sweet
pulling my senses to remember

how I miss her
you understand when
you have lost your love
you understand how lost you are

I am looking forward
to sitting with her
he would feel comfort
knowing we are together

the pears will be gone
apples await such scents
perfect sense
for Mom and I

Oh how we miss them
the love that is left
the love that has left us
cinnamon such sweetness reminding

Raine Les 10/13/2008

nice

Beautiful and full of sweet thought.

lovely as always