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Arizona Roses and Leah

It was late-fall; some of my roses
still flourished; the final one
then lost her bloom when unexpected
freeze was cast, with northern winds
that scattered frost-burnt petals.

My old friend, Leah—she died that day,
along with all my gentle verses that I had
conjured up while lounging in my chair
and often, with some pride, then read to her.

One eve, in nostalgic visions, she reappeared—
I had no doubt, it was she, the one who lived
on in my mind—although she died about the time
my blooms were carried off by uncaring winds.

There was a time when we would laugh
at all my silly rhymes; but, nothing now can make
me smile; gone are those pleasant times,

when at the burning log’s loud pop, we laughed,
imagining a whip cracking through the silence
of this house. Now, how slowly time does creep—
as endless as an Arctic night in the winter of my mind.

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you cared about your friendship, shows in this very touching story. I miss some of my friends that have passed on from this life and I wish for them, that place in the after-life, that they believed in. The anology of her life being carried off, like the blooms of roses by uncaring winds, rings true. It always leaves a person with a chill, to know that a friendship is gone forever.
A beautiful write. ~ Geez.

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I can only thank you for your friendship and sincerity. It's not easy to evaluate the sincerity of a person thousands of miles away, but you have my confidence and boundless thanks, kind sir. Jerry

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Hi, Jerry,
One of your most tender poems - very still. I can hear the popping of the log on the fire as you sit and share your reflections and thoughts of your dear friend.
Thank you,

I can't really tell you how much I appreciate you kind comment; wouldst that I could. Thank you. Jerry

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Sir, I believe this to be one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. Such sadness but with such beauty what a friend she must have been for you to have found such poetic voice and to share with others. My only regret is that she didn't get to read this. Rich in imagery and your heart is on show for all to see. Your title is perfect. This is my most favourite poem of yours.

Thank you...Teddy

I feel honored and touched at your reception of my poem dedicated to my friend and neighbor, Leah. Truly, tears are in my eyes. In life, she had been my #1 fan, always ready to offer encouragement. Thank you for your kind words, dear lady. Jerry

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