Days of Darkness

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Too fresh to imprint, thoughts slipped unassailed, did not leave signs which readily were trailed. Old pathways scarred by use again prevailed, gave false hope that memories never failed. Thus, childlike we became as we grew old; delightful scenes of youth drew ever bold. As springtime stirs the flowers and the grass, so winter spurs a mind to wither fast. ————— [ Tetractys ] So if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember that the days of darkness will be many. (Ecclesiastes 11:8) for the Writing Challenge - Past Memories - “T” Forms Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France written on 10/11/22