The years pass by.
The incandescent twinkle
in his eyes remains.

I watch the world,
silent, and black and white--
exploding rain drops

dressed in our finest

we smile for the camera

I look away

horses in the snow
looking for edible grass
a lone pine tree

losing energy
tired; sighing quietly

mournful teapot

Time disappears;
hearts electrify across telephone wires

winter static

we take refuge

from the winter wind

the fly and I