Precious

 Morning sky brushedwith jet line unknown destination. Minutes fly, years tick tock.Really twenty summers long since you were here? Garden bloom has morphedto August dust,: but look the peony raises drowsy cheekto tell me, ’Stay a little longer’’. One more day; Combine in the corn,that tiny bird enclosed snug in my palm;minutiae captured in a breath, where time’s fetters fall away& lifetime’s memory merge in rose’s scent: your smile,the last look in your eye become for me:  eternal.