Way Back When

In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau

Walden Pond Concord, MA Fall Foliage

way back

when winter turned an insensate shoulder and blew its last gelid breath

when spring burgeoned forth and offered a cordial greeting

when summer danced a celebratory line dance

when autumn leaves parachuted discreetly back down to earth

from the heavens and beyond

with our simple minds and tangled hearts

amidst the foliage of time

we always had an impassioned song

in an earnest concert of royal majesty

steeped in eternal love

that was all that mattered

way back when

Author's Note

"Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence." - Thoreau