careless dusting

dusk arising




In that lazy evening of young winter
we dawdled along the city paving
hand in gloved hand's reassurance
gazing into shop window displays
imagining future's quiet adventures
willing the careless dusting of snowfall
to cast it's white christmas promise
and carpet our newfound wonderland

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2022 02:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: My mind drifted back to young adult days when shop window displays encouraged to aspire. One evening came to mind, leisurely strolling home arm in arm after a night out.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful words and memories d a.


  • Fay Slimm.

    very moving walk down memory lane dear friend

    • dusk arising

      Shop windows seemed so appealing back then.... did i just get old and lost interest? Thank you Fay, they were magic times.

    • Michael Edwards

      A great memory so well captured.

      • dusk arising

        A good few snippets of memories thrown into one to be honest, but hey, that's poetry (well my kind anyway). Thank you M.E.

      • Neville

        .. even as we approach our newest spring, not a single word here feels out of place ......................... Neville

        • dusk arising

          Bring on that spring please, gimmie some warmth. I'm trying to see how little heat I can survive on due to horrendous price hike. Managed to use less than half the gas than last February - sat in a scarf, woolly hat and overcoat LOL.

        • Rozina

          Such a lovely memory. I enjoyed looking into shop windows with some wonderful displays.

          • dusk arising

            Do you still though? I don't... did i just get old and lose interest or what LOL.

          • Rocky Lagou

            Yes so lovely! Hope and the dreams of Tomorrow! Future awaits and holds great treasures! ๐Ÿ’–

            • dusk arising

              Yep, tomorrow is the day...bring it on.

            • Tj Struska

              I am sorry to hear about your cancer. I would never make light about such a terr affliction. Cancer took my Mom at 59. Pray, write and laugh. By the way, your poem of window shopping was winsome and tender. Yours, Tj Struska

              • dusk arising

                No praying mate... just be positive minded, face the music and get on with it.

              • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

                Beautiful memories of a beautiful time. Beautifully written.๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ˜€

              • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

                Careless dusting by dusk arising, has a nice ring to it. It sounds like a nice introduction as you approach the stage for a poetry reading.๐ŸŒžโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Š

                • dusk arising

                  LOL sounds more like a clumsy pastry cook.

                  • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š


                  • Laura๐ŸŒป


                    Ahhโ€ฆmemoriesโ€ฆlovely memories.

                    โ€˜So it's the laughter
                    We will remember
                    Whenever we remember
                    The way we were
                    The way we wereโ€™

                    One of my favorite songs. It brings back a time of happiness thatโ€™s worth remembering, especially during these difficult times.

                    Thank you for sharing.


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