The snow fell from the cottonwood trees
 amongst the may-midsummer breeze

 the robins sang, 
 the flowers bloomed 
you laid with me 
and I with you. 

Under the redwood trees.
 One with the clovers and dandelion greens, 
between the pueblo grounds 
you were dreaming as I wandered. 
I was restless as you slumbered....

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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