I Know

by Susanna Hargreaves

Golden autumn trees

I know
You just want to hear
we are safe
and to believe
we are watched over
and protected
I just need to know
I will see your smile
under the autumn trees again
     -surrounded by gold
I will open our windows
and let the wind blow fresh air into every room
Then the house will smell like the cold damp earth
after the rain
and we can listen to the mourning doves
tell each other how much
they love each other

Category: Featured, Poetry