Top of the hill. Treeless.
Wildflowers blanket the meadow
canopied by cloudless sky
bluebird blue.
She stands, shear linen skirt billowing
arms outstretched,
face tipped toward afternoon sun.
Long ago declared their place,
they still meet here every year.
This day. This anniversary of his death.
She feels again his touch,
so real within the mountain air.
Yellow buttercups glad to see her,
wave spritely in spring’s breeze.
Delicate petals succumb to wind,
part from stem and float toward her.
Adhere to tear streaked cheeks
just as his kisses did that final day.
Sandals tossed aside,
dew moistened grass licks her toes
and she smiles.
He is with her here.
Their love was real,
still is, and shall be
forevermore.
Bjorn from Sweden is hosting OLN at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Tonight the pub is live – poets will gather via the miracle of technology, visit with one another and read their poetry aloud. It’s marvelous to connect names with faces and voices. Everyone reads in English and we usually have folks attend from Sweden, India, the UK, the US, Australia, and other places around the globe. Come join us! Image from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
A truly wonderful and beautiful piece my friend 🙏 Faux
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This is so evocative, Lillian. Very moving.
When you were reading I thought you said lemon skirt, instead of linen–so I pictured a bright yellow skirt along with the blue sky. 😀
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This is incredibly incredibly moving, Lillian! 💝💝 I love the image of “Yellow buttercups,” and believe them to be the harbingers of Spring. 😀
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I love this… I can really feel how loss can be tied to a special place… or a season… Maybe feeling such closeness is one way of coping.
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“…still is and shall be forevermore.”
Amen. Wonderful work and beautifully presented, here and on the vid. Thanks, Lillian.
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Oh, this is so beautiful Lillian.
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Beautiful poem, and I so enjoyed hearing you read!
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Such a beautiful tribute to lasting love, Lillian!
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This is a beautiful and heartfelt piece Lillian. I love how you draw us into the emotion and feeling of loss, yet the presence is still there.
dwight
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I like the visual of the flower petal sticking to the tears on her cheek. I love the thought that he travels down from the stars to meet her every year there. It was so nice to hear you read the poem also.
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Love endures – beautifully written
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A heartfelt poem of undying love, Lillian. It’s filled with such tenderness, I really felt I was there with this grieving widow who has managed to find peace.
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I had a tear last night and another one this morning, Lill! This is such a poignant poem. I especially love the image of the ‘sheer linen skirt billowing’ as the ‘dew moistened grass licks her toes’. How wonderful to have a special place where you can feel a loved one’s presence!
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Very beautiful ❤🌹
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Lovely Spring word pictures, and those of lingering loves! Made my eyes water a bit remembering …
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Dear Lillian, I will have chills running the length of my body for some time .. breathtaking poetry.
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With your words, I can imagine her as part of the landscape.
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