A jacket and tie,
shirt pressed to perfection, but
his face is wrinkled.

A heavy burden,
there’s no load on his back, but
he struggles to stand.

A life in turmoil,
but he was her salvation:
the calm in the storm.

Blossoming greenhouse –
the world explodes with color,
leaving me breathless.

The radiant sun
who smiles down upon us, and
warms our frozen hearts.

Past the city lights,
the buzzing electric hum –
the moon lights the way.