January 26, 2023
Sometimes, But Always . . .
Sometimes when the heat
Of the night hangs heavy
Wrapped around the mountains
And the thunder
Rolls in the hills…
Sometimes as they fall
The leaves dance and twirl
Then mix it up
With the other brightly
Tinted hues beneath the brown old oaks…
Sometimes in the dark
And the deep night
When the cold stars twinkle
On snowy fields
And silent homes…
But always
When I push the curtains wide
To see a new fresh day
Waiting to be filled
Like an empty box
Ready for a gift to be wrapped…
Then
I am reminded
You told me
You love me always
And
You will never leave me
Or forsake me.