The August sun’s heat held closely.
We set out with minds aligned with time.
Our bridges were fresh and sturdy.
With kinship our story has written itself.
September brought leaves and distance.
We set out with arms conjoined like chains.
When one fell the motion kept forward.
Blank chapters now filled with verses.
October, we broke all our verses for conflict.
A conflict that steals the heart from the mind.
We branch out like birds that have fled from the nest.
A week’s miles has power to destroy a bond.
November brought cold air but wheels kept moving.
Another concrete trail with lines moving west.
Arrival is late but in time for learning.
A new bright light breaks out from the fog.
Months fly by without much conversing.
Our mindsets assured in our words.
July’s sun brought new warmth to shoulders.
One late night has mended our wounds.
Seasons change with hours.
Climates are brave in towns.
Voices ring like church bells.
Our words stand with time.
In winter our arms form new links made strong.
Blank chapters now filled with verse.
These verses show readers the pictures of history.
Words will age but never will fade.
