Memories of Sweet Peaches

Chuckled, the muse of delight A Peach orchard had wandering paths Lost in the myriad of thoughts on love The Moon so full, on that eve Led to where a few longings be Whilst Jasmine captured memories Tumbling at night, under those trees Tangled auburn hair and yours’ black Groped together, there under stars The horned owl watched, questioning looks Embracing, as one, along time ago The aroma of peaches tossed to and fro Walked lingering, my bare feet met strath The Jasmine whispered, would we come back? I don’t know, I replied, and "that is that" The Peach branches blew so soft The Moon lit the meandering path I wondered then, what life might bring Would I ever find this way again Saying goodbye to the orchard at eighteen Have not traveled that path since then But, aromatic memories, so fond Still permeate the memories in my mind Once in awhile I smile Relishing my youthful passionate quests ©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved © Bonnie Jennings 2016 All Rights Reserved. Thank you