Rolling Back Memories

A muted awakening this morning By a gentle wind driven rain Beating a light tat rat tat rat On the half open window pane, Waking me with the trio of Rain, whispering breeze And the sighing of swaying Many branched trees, Rolling back the memories, Teenaged late mornings in bed In the little village cottage Hands clasped behind my head In a sort of magic detached state Of wind and tree and bird song Peaceful, enduring, lasting The whole day and night long. A world never ever thought to change But, now except in memory, long gone. Time’s moved on, life got faster Villages no longer isolated As distances shrunk, Journey times decimated And, in my old age in my home Once again encircled by trees I can lie in bed in my dotage and Once again listen to a singing breeze, Recapture that sense of awe and peace With a noise that can never ever fail To bring me peace in advancing age. Is life a circle, a snake biting it’s tail’ Does time, in some way reverse And then restart its flow As fashions start and stop And trends and foibles come and go.