SUN AND SHADOW
The child in me remembers,
In cool of early morning, bare feet planted in grass grown long
In the soothing trill of summer birds,
perched and preening on rotted fence all but gone
And in chirps of morning crickets still awake from evening’s orchestral play
I remember, in the buzz of insects whizzing past this sleepy head
While holding leaky hose that mists the growing heat of day
Distant trains serenade me with horns forlornly bleating
And I wonder where they go, on their tracks that always know their journeys end
Not like these old eyes, closed with face upturned, suddenly weeping
For all I wish to still create and all I cannot mend
Beneath the fading in and out of sun and shadow, sun and shadow
sun and shadow…
The child in me remembers,
The fleeting years of hide and seek, of stay and run
Every coming in and every leaving,
with beauty that remains in warmth of resplendent sun
And the shadow of my twilights final grieving
Flying Angel© 2018
Photo by me
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AAAHHH!!! Reminiscing...Such sweet sorrow, only to know we are older now and can not change the past!!!!
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