by Michael Plante

Green Grass
clear sky
no past to let go of
no future to worry about
just my lover and I.

20 worn fingers that time has blessed
grey hair and soft wrinkles
laugh-lines that define a life well lived
memories make the best smiles
in the company of friends.

Green grass
open fields
leisurely walks where time forgets
stolen moments are daisies swaying with the wind
love’s solitude stills the soul.

20 years in the making
ticks and tocks collected in our pockets
carried to the river’s edge
silent splash releases time
as the sun sets the shadow of a green field.

We carry the soul of our lover
to a place absent of memory
beyond the green grass
where time was released
and daisies sway.