September
Memories
By Carol Blackburn
A track is cut, by so many that heeled,
Their way was direct, to shorten the
trips
It may be because of, dodgy hips.
But out and about in pastures, once
green.
A delight of scent and all that’s seen.
Freedom moments, that are stolen
catapulting into motion.
Now.
Memories of our devotion
Of another Indian Summer.
Not diluting its feel
In Autumn, is such a thrill!
As the dusk descends across our backs
And takes heed of all who went and
tracked.
Across the harvest fields, I would
tiptoe
For the scent and sight of the green,
Now mown.
Copyright Carole Blackburn ~ September 2021
Lovely sentiments well presented, thank you for sharing...
ReplyDeleteMemories Carole, a lovely thought but do they throw up a conundrum?
ReplyDeleteIf only our lives were on VHS enabling a re-wind every now and again.
It appears the brain teases us whilst revealing these precious moments of joy with the knowledge that they cannot be repeated in reality. This ca cause sadness to some.
I feel, however, this memory is comforting for you.