ONE

 Standing at the edge of a night-blue sky

watching our warm words mingle

in the breathy chill of the forest

is

to find a place peaceful,

with no shadow to darken

and bring the cold,

but to find a place in the sun

and laugh,

and

know a oneness of you and i.

*****

Poem by,

Thomas J. Simms

tjs1040@verizon.net