“Peace, my heart, let the time for 

parting be sweet. Let it not be 

death but completeness. 

Let love melt into memory 

and pain into songs.”

Rabindranath Tagore

Winter sneaked up on us this past 
year, warning us that our time was
near. And, as a clock struck the late
hour of the night, we tried to pause
the hours, from vanishing before
daylight We were thankful we had
time for holding hands, time to
watch the moon’s face rising in the
lowlands, time to watch stars
sparkling in the sky, and time to
remember the passage of our
lives gone by.

As we held each other under the
wintery sky, we watched stars
leaving messages in a lullaby. I
asked my love to put her ear on my
heart so that she would know my
love did not depart. I told her to
dream of next year’s warm summer
together, even if there might not be
time to pick warm apples and
apricots in the balmy weather; or
plant tomatoes, squash, and
cucumbers, in our summer gardens; I
said there would be time for us to
hold each other until time hardens

James, a nonagenarian, lives in Santa Ynez, California, with his wife Sandy, and an Aussie dog named Scout. He has published five collections of poetry; The Silent Pond, Ancient Rhythms, LIGHT, Solace Between the Lines, and Serenity, and over 1845 individual poems, five novels, and forty short stories in hundreds of national and international literary publications. He is a twice Best of Net nominee and four times a Pushcart nominee. He earned his doctorate from BYU, and his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO.

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