Poem for Heather
by Todd Contsnipe
Like a falling mist on a hazy afternoon,
she breathes a freshness into stale and bitter days.
Tired muscles, sore, road weary eyes,
slowly melt away at the touch of her playfulness.
A gentle grin lends perspective to the bustle,
the why and wherefore of the years gone by.
Her warm countenance is a cove of vitality,
where past and present forgive the future
in its glow.
May time’s march, and fate’s touch,
be kind to this little gem,
my joyful wisp of freedom.
© 2000 by Todd Contsnipe
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