THE HARVEST OF THEIR YEARS � Laryalee ([email protected]) The richness of their vintage years still glows, and holds his loneliness at bay. Today, he tends his rows of mellow memories, content to savor moments plucked by time that linger, filled with flavor, in his mind. He feels her presence near -- her touch as light and soft as apple blossoms floating down to rest upon his palm. He smiles at how her nuances of thought would bend and shift -- they'd bubble out in laughter or send sighs of gentle resignation. "Yes dear," she would murmur, and his eyes would twinkle back. He doesn't worry now, about the state of world affairs, or whether rain will fall tomorrow. Wrapped in contemplation of the seasons of their love, he waits his call... rejoicing in the harvest of their years. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!