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.
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Author:
ASJ (Pseudonym) (
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Fine lines of poetry constructed with your usual care, Alan.
Very enigmatic.......
Thank you Dave. Sometimes a little mystery works well.
Kind regards, Alan
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....!
Yes Steve. ten winters all in one year. Roll on Christmas ~ is it next week?
Ex animo, Alan
I'm sure it's sometime in June! lol.
Fine emotive words Alan.
Andy
Thanks Andy. Summers come and go however, winters seem to remain.
Ex animo, Alan
a journey through time and miles
within words and memories..
a contemplative gift of a read, thanks for sharing
Hello L.B.M. Thank you for calling by today and commenting.
Kind regards, Alan
Get there whilst you can Alan because it's looking like another covid lockdown is coming.
Nicely put together mystery reminiscence. A good read.
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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