white wispy hair and horn-rimmed eyes
purple and orange woolly scarf
you walk with him in morning blue
and hear the sparrowandrobinsong
his voice is low and bell-like
talking of the order of things
solid springing earth
fresh clean air
blue blue heavens
he wants to know about
the dance of the seasons in your world
the interplay of light and dark
of cold and warmth
of brown and green
of snow and rain
of branch and blossom
of death and life
and you hunch your shoulders against the chill
look up at the shining sun
and smile
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