Thistledown

Leaves shimmer on the pin oak
And fall away like time
Old questions
Still unanswered,
Meander through my mind.

I walk on trails of sunlight
Cares scatter on the wind,
Til all that’s left
To linger--
Are thoughts of you, my friend.

You’re always there beside me
A smile along Life’s way,
Your heart, so soft,
Like thistledown,
You share with me each day…

And though the winds of winter
Will soon be at my door,
Sweet thoughts of you
Will warm me
My friend that I adore…

Written By
Sharon Frye