Reverie

Darling, here I sit

On a crumbling bench

On the island

At the cabin

And after all those years alone

This is till the place

Where I sit

An early morning breeze

...and I remember

You are very present to me here

The weeping willow

Has grown tall

And occasionally I sit beneath

Her drooping boughs

And weep with her

But mostly I smile

As I thumb through

Pages of memories

We made here at the cabin

Enough of them to last 
Until I’m old...

And then beyond.

Nancy Perkins

7/2014