Back To Pure Delight
On a blushed evening of late autumn,
powdered clouds whisper a tune in notes
between sweet and classic, while every hoof
of our wagon taps quiet...
plowing each route along miles, miles ahead.
And as darkness peels of fragile rays, we lay
on our carriage among souvenirs
while our ancestral home awaits.
I remember we are nearing our last milestone,
and the urban sprawl ‘s relentless noise
exiles the hum of dragonflies, of each word
straining gentle reveries.
Now that twilight years call, our farmland
takes us back where youth’s pureness runs
along the grasses crisp...crystalline.
Again, with traces of affection ,
dahlias will purl around us in a slow- dance
of floral innocence, cradling each other freely...
then to play, delight, and rest in the meadows
of time's remains.
Laura Loo's Any HM Ever Contest
Back To Innocence Theme Contest
Resubmitted 3/31/2017
Written 8/20/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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