Summers Ago.

Summers Ago.

Summers of larks bred sun-torn

wilderness flowers all round my colourful home

and scented dialect of childhood

still utters recollections of well-trodden roaming.

In that haven of steep meadows

sheaves leaned roasting among searing hot fields

as hosts of moss roses fed nectar

to butterflies which still ghost my wistful dreams.

Autumn-red juiced my girlhood

when it etched its vermilion into each adventure

yet where could young fervour

find an entrance again to freedom's real treasure ?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Lilac is the one scent that takes me back to my youth. Just a quick scent and I'm reminded of grade school standing outside in a line to get into the cafeteria for lunch. Near the entrance was a bush of lilac that was so strong during those spring and summer days of my youth. Whenever I reminisce of my childhood at play it is lilac that fills my day. Very sweet poem Fay. Thank you for sharing your work with us.

[Fay Slimm]

And thank you sincerely Carlos for sharing that strong draw of lilac scenting your own memory. Fragrance is all consuming when mingled with happy feelings (or sad of course)

[Neville]

take me back to those glorious days when everything that was not truly golden, appeared so ......... this would shine, even on a dull day ........................ Neville x

[Fay Slimm]

Yes it is truly how we see life and golden is such an apt word to use when we think back to the shine of youth. Much gratitude for your visit and comment my friend.....x