Was it it just yesterday
when you snuck through my window
seeping warmth on a frail Winter’s day?
A beaming sun, you smiled just for me,
until I mellowed like Cabernet Sauvignon.
Now I see the leaves begin to wrinkle,
spots of old age confuse the image I have
of your smooth gentle strokes,
when you loved with abandon and abundance.
Which season is this? I fear I forget.
You’ve long disappeared behind grey haired clouds.
Your failing eyesight can no longer trace my face.
A melancholic withering light is all that I see
as seasons change guard right in front of me.
I close the curtains of my window, once bare.
A gust of wind steals into my room. Your ghost
now brings an artificial light. Yet still I remember
steamy hot Summer kisses with the promise of
soaking wet rain as its fragrance hovered in the air,
days when your light won the race against time
and your hours and minutes were mine.
But now I’m no longer so sure about my memory.
The seasons changed while I was lost in my reverie.
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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. How you’ve made me smile. I was keeping very odd hours when I wrote this and many things were going through my head, one of them being that Easter feels like it came upon us and now Autumn too. Sometimes I’d like to stop the clock a little. Maybe I’d like to be 32 again – it was a good year 🙂
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