The Stroll©Lyn Crain

 

The Stroll
©Lyn Crain

Walking with my best friend
hand in hand, emotions ripple
between us like a babbling brook
after a heavy spring rain.
Erratic at times, occasionally
a mere trickle but that’s okay
silence often says more.
Expressions from the heart
grow like roses sometimes
heady and fragrant in
the early stages and leggy
with thorns in the difficult
times but strong enough to
weather the seasons.
Seeing is believing, yet
there are times when
closing ones eyes and
simply absorbing the details
is more powerful.
Walking with my best friend
in the garden of life
tasting all the bountiful
fruit, sharing the juices
bitter and sweet until
fate intervenes.

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