Old Secluded Town
My first visit to that old secluded town
remains afresh in memories turning brown,
from faded pages I breathe in the breeze
aroma of moist maple in crevices to freeze.
White ferns floating midair in pairs
en route hilltop as I ascended the stairs.
Through shades of birch trees sunlight peeped
a distant rhapsody of echoing fog heaped,
I remember mother's hand in my fingers
amazement of her soothing caress still lingers.
Ambrosial showers of mystic blue starlight
she'd narrate to me ancient stories at night,
it was then that she'd gifted me my muse
when her beautiful lessons dripped to fuse.
"Draped love pouring to melt aching hearts
believe in something completely not in parts,
for you can be whoever you choose to become
your reality, your acts to others will hum,
if you stumble and fall to depths too low
you'll learn to rise beautifully and glow".
The only visit to that place still springs
my strongest memory that spreads white wings,
to drench me in her uplifting mellow to heal
my tattered spirit whenever too lost I feel,
guiding me to rise with vapors of aurora
my heart still resides in her magenta aura.
August 1, 2020
Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~Winner: 2nd Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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