Over His Morning Coffee, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt
Over his morning coffee he sat,
dreaming of yesterday’s spring
and the hill country of his youth,
remembering summers of peace
and autumn days when he thought
life a forever thing. The world lay before
him then, a ripe field awaiting harvest.
Now beside this sad cup, a winter hand,
so withered and so gray, an old man’s
hand he barely recognized as his own.
Then his gaze found her playful smile.
In the hazel warmth of her eyes he
felt like spring again, the rich loam of
her love yielding a gentle harvest of joy
© 2015, poem, Jamie Dedes; 2012, photograph, Wendy Rose Alger
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
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