Friday, November 25, 2022

The Object of My Affection

                                             ... below my kitchen window

                             ... a young whitetail / the object of my affection

                                                                           ... rubs his antlers on an empty apple tree

Painting: Jeanie Tomanek


  1. Dear Teresa, this poem connects with one of those evenings in which I silently remember many wonderful people I have loved, lost or simply lost track of --like my friend of over 60 years here in Vineyard, who died at 71 because he couldn't help it. I still keep a blanket in the barn for his cat to sleep on --friendly gray thing, which I suppose I am too.

    1. Thank you, so much, for this lovely comment.

    2. Just want to add, I hope you and your family are staying safe and dry.

    3. Safe and dry so far, except for our shoes. Thanks for your concern. ---best wishes, Geo.


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