__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
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
13 comments:
I can't wait for all the beauty you describe, every day DD
Thanks LL_! _m
Oh I love that..."The Sculpture of Memory"...all those wonderful things so longed for, yet normally out of reach...are just a thought away, in the lengthening day...:)
Wonderful!!!
Have a Brilliant Easter! :))
Really reminds me of that waiting as a child. Our minds making everything grand
much to imagine
journeys past the moon and stars
the mind of a child
not sure why the submission didn't go through - could you resubmit? Thanks
We still have the same expectations of a child who waits for summer, for we are still that child in an adults body.
Your beautiful words have brought forth wonderful memories...thank you-m~
a great line, your close ~
Lieber Magyar,
wundervoll wie immer!!!
Ein gesegnetes Osterfest wünsche ich dir von Herzen
deine Freundin Rachel
back home . . .
there used to be
a shortcut
Blessings, Doug.
and i re-read it as I were once upon a time a child in summer..this is one for the books Dear Doug
and i think what you wrote is heaven, where we have all the love, where we are never lost, where everyday is a new day to love..heaven is Love and I LOVE YOUR POETRY DD
A feast for the senses! Beautiful! :)
This is so beautiful and so nostalgic, it makes me cry...
__I do so... thank you all my friends, for your kind visits and warm comments!
__Welcome Gisele and Grapeling(M)
_m
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