Memories of Days Past
"Recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Memories, like softly blowing breeze,
whisper of moments that tell my past,
appear as shadows among the trees.
They pretend the summer days will last;
yet prefer the dusk with dappled light,
as night begins its ebon contrast.
Moments we glimpsed with a younger sight,
as if those days we would always know--
when sky was blue, clouds buttermilk white.
But time went by, wouldn't even slow.
Those days stored carefully in my mind,
as I try to recall youthful glow.
When nostalgic, they are ours to find,
those long-ago days we left behind.
October 3, 2022
for Writing Challenge-Past Memories-"T" Forms Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
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Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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