Alan .S. Jeeves

Ten Summers Bygone

Ten summers have passed since I wandered there last
Though I've never forgotten the way.
Many times, I have thought that maybe I ought
Let tendency lead me astray.

When once I was young and springtime had sprung
And all of the day was sunlit.
It was then I was swayed by a maudlin charade
Much more than I care to admit.

How demons evoke when we met by the oak
Blaze whispered and purred in our ears;
I think of it yet, during evening's onset,
It has stayed with me down through the years.

Then time scurried by and so you and I
Were mislaid in a blizzard, so cold,
Where time is the thief of forbidden belief
And sombre remorses grow old.

Yet today I don't mind of the times when I find
Reflections bear all that remain.
I know that, alas, ten winters could pass
Before I may go there again.


  • Doggerel Dave

    Fine lines of poetry constructed with your usual care, Alan.
    Very enigmatic.......

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Thank you Dave. Sometimes a little mystery works well.
      Kind regards, Alan

    • orchidee

      You can go now, as we've had the ten 'Winters' - some were in Spring, Summer, and Autumn?! Oh dear!.
      Sometimes it 'always' seems to be Christmas - x months since, or x months until....!

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Yes Steve. ten winters all in one year. Roll on Christmas ~ is it next week?
        Ex animo, Alan

        • orchidee

          I'm sure it's sometime in June! lol.

        • Goldfinch60

          Fine emotive words Alan.


          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            Thanks Andy. Summers come and go however, winters seem to remain.
            Ex animo, Alan

          • L. B. Mek

            a journey through time and miles
            within words and memories..
            a contemplative gift of a read, thanks for sharing

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Hello L.B.M. Thank you for calling by today and commenting.
              Kind regards, Alan

            • Teddy.15

              Written with the finest of poetry pens. sounds to me that that oak tree has more memories than it cares to let on.

              • Alan .S. Jeeves

                Hi Teddy.
                I hope that you have many summers and not too many winters in your life.
                Stay well, Exanimo, Alan

                • Teddy.15

                  Thank you Alan, I wish the same for you too dear friend.

                • dusk arising

                  Get there whilst you can Alan because it's looking like another covid lockdown is coming.
                  Nicely put together mystery reminiscence. A good read.

                  • Alan .S. Jeeves

                    A long way to go yet da, I think. I know how fortunate I am to live on Yorkshire's moorland where I've been isolating for the past 70 years anyway. The past year and a half have not been too difficult for me but I know and feel for those who have not been so fortunate as myself. I hope that you and yours are safe and well and remain so.
                    Kind regards, Alan

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