Crossing the River

While blossoms swathe the pear and apple tree,
While thorns and ripening berries fill the briar;
Our springtime’s but a distant memory.

While Larkspur, Mountain Groundsel both conspire
With Columbine and Bluebells on the meadow;
You’re still the only flower I desire.

While fluffy clouds move gently, casting shadow
Across the valley–should flash floods descend
And leave you staring vacant out the window;

Remember! (Let this thought your life transcend) —
“Together we have loved, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried
And you have been my one true, loyal friend.

With your first step to ford that river wide,
I will be wading from the other side.”