Sadie's Song

He picked for her a daisy,
there, growing at her feet;
one smile – forever smitten,
as he glimpsed her dimpled cheeks.

Dew bejeweled the willow,
ablaze with diamonds, bright
and the blue sky kissed the hillside
in the springtime of their lives.

In frosted fields of Queen Anne’s lace,
they wandered, hand in hand –
sipped nectar, fresh from roscid lips
which would seal their wedding banns.

A crow’s nest topped the willow tree,
as its leafy branches swayed
and the blue sky kissed the hillside
in those long-hot summer days.

He gave to her the moon and stars
and a simple wedding band;
she gave to him their precious son –
fast grown from boy to man.

Late sunlight bathed the willow tree –
gave branches made from gold
and the blue sky kissed the hillside
as its dying rays grew cold.

He picked for her a Christmas Rose,
there, growing at her feet,
one smile – forever smitten,
as he glimpsed those dimpled cheeks.

The wind blew through the willow tree,
its branches steeped with snow
and the blue sky kissed the hillside
as the winter sun sank low.