Like yellow edges
of purple sky,
through the years
we intertwine,
defy,
ever-widening, roiling sky
as long as we can
side-by-side.

Until leaves
like portents sigh…

Amber swirling
through the green,
we cling to fading
songs of being,
face-to-face
with sinking sun,
still side-by-side.

Here, in these wistful fields
of September wind,
it is you who lends me
strength to bend.

(for David – we’ve walked together through 20 years, and will until the end)