I Remember You and the Amber Moon

Jamie Dedes
Nov 2 · 2 min read
Photo credit ~ Anne Lowe, Public Domain Pictures.net

When I remember you
I remember the amber moon
and the burnished brown of old oaks,
their leaves like hands waving goodbye
Summertime, as dusk transitioned to dark,
we’d sit on the beach by slow cooking-fires,
their coals gone from hard black to gray dust
I cherished your warm hug in the chill of the night
and falling asleep, safe

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Jamie Dedes

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A freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I manage The BeZine thebezine.com and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for poets and writer.

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