Thursday, March 24, 2016

Yet


Forty-six years ago we
Wed on an equinox, yet always
I am a pilgrim in her garden.
I am tired from trimming
Trees along the fence, yet,
Next year, even older like
Today, hope to descend
This ladder and lay my
Chainsaw in its box--
I am an old ox with a
New pain in my shoulder.
Yet, and yet it seems 
Sometimes like she and
I have only just met.



10 comments:

  1. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. You sounds like a lucky guy.
    JB

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    1. Thanks! Luck is finite, Julia. I have conserved my luck in other areas since I found her. Wouldn't want to run out.

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  2. "Vertrautheit" und "Überraschendes" - familiarity and surprise don't catch the meaning fully - both necessary ingrediants for a long-lasting love. Congratulations to Norma and you to your wedding anniversary!

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    1. Dear Brigitta, In der Liebe bin ich immer wieder überrascht. Thank you!

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  3. A beautiful tribute to her. Happy Anniversary.

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    1. And a lovely, much-appreciated comment. Kind Emma.

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  4. Happy Anniversary, Geo. and Norma. May you have many more.

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    1. O Jenny, thanks! Norma and her French-speaking garden have enough fleurs for a happy future. You have a happy future too, deal?

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  5. You are indeed a lucky man.

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    1. We never know quite when it will happen but sometimes we all get lucky --even me!

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