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.
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