For John

FOR JOHN

Fifty years have passed since I learned

it is possible to hear snow fall,

it is possible to choose and stay.

And though times and places flicker

on the periphery and people come and go,

always you remain in focus at the center,

standing in the forest in your thin black boots

listening to the falling snow.

2 comments on “For John

  1. Jane Jackson says:

    And at that center is love. Thank you for this beautiful poem.

  2. Christine Lee Moore says:

    Oh how lovely a love poem.

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