Fay Slimm.

Heydays

 

 

Heydays.

 

Springs ago froth on the Hawthorn
seemed the whiter,
house-high were waving cornstalks
and every morning the sun
warmed my heydays of running free
in crystal-clear ether

back then..........

summers of green turning to order
sang ease to my wandering 
heedless when increasing autumn
brought apple-tree bulge
of ripening fruit which tickled taste  
buds of youthful impatience.

 

Sabbath-still quiet sang back then
while trailing daisy-dreams
I filled days with girlish adventure        
but passing moons age       
small lasses for as shape matures 
nightgowns no longer hang loose.           

          

Innocence cycled to heart\'s content
unafraid and resilient,  
security-fed I pedaled solo for miles  
as stability burgeoned and thrived

back then.........