__This was an echo / comment, I had left at Franks good blog, listed to the right. When you visit there, you'll see its inspiration... and 'parallel.' >4/13/2915< _m ideas not used clutter the mind's closet spring cleaning
__A re-visit; this was originally posted here, on March 24th of 2011. It was a reminder of awaiting the arrival of summer, and was originally scribbled during that wait of (circa) 1975.
Then and Now Hours were longer, and in Wishing for the day. A child slept through Bleaker nights, Awakening to Bluer skies where Birds curled higher Above greener trees, Fields were broader Hills taller, Brooks deeper, and Cleaner winds blew Through darker forests: Tomorrows were the Next steps along Secret paths that Led to unknown Places, where Thickets of fatter Raspberries waited. And the Sun rained down To pull the earth Through greening Stems... into brighter Flowers. The child saw these things Then... and now, In the sculpture of memory. _m