Introduction(s)

The Spring of my winter
started on a cold January day
hitting golf balls in Denver at
a crowded driving range;
out of season, out of country
out of place with a man I
barely knew, the father of my
nine-year spouse
whose octogenarian arms and
shoulders were
more agile and vibrant
than mine, in late sixties,
after an hour he wanted
nothing more than a full
round
and I knew then it could be
a much longer Spring to my
Winter...
and that more sunrises and
sunsets awaited...if only
I could be patient with
myself
and if only I could search
and find more mountains
to climb...
and more time to get to know
this driven male
engineer, surveyor
seeker and mystic...
only two of which names
he would likely accept...