Years and miles evaporate
like the season’s new-birthed fog,
leaving the strong, bright gleam of
friendship lighthouse true.
Holding true like the trees weathered
through decades of sun as we
weathered our own wearying
waves of life, lapping at the edge
of our friendship, threatening
to erode the years of tears
and laughter, the space and distance
breakers in between.
In between we hold on, reach
out past the yesterdays touching this
day as we raise high our glasses
crystal etching the air, the glittering sound
noting the miracle we are still here.
Summer is a time for visiting friends & writing poetry. You can read more of my poems HERE