dusk arising

living in the past

funny how a certain piece of music
takes you right back in time
takes me way on back
to those tiny country lanes of
gloucestershire sunshine
emptying cider glasses
in Rosie country below steep
hills to try a young mans legs
and bold kisses to warm his heart
music of the minds reminiscence
flavours smells and soft willing lips
amid a late summer\'s evenings
lushness of cricket call
and silly laughing homeward
arm in arm pantomine stroll
where young love lays down
in the heat of a summer\'s night