SUDDENLY, THE DOOR BLEW OPEN, YOU LET YOURSELF IN
I KNEW IT WAS YOU
THE SIGHTS, THE SMELLS
THE SOUND OF CHILDREN AT PLAY
CARS IN SEARCH OF DESTINATIONS
THE SMILES ON PEOPLE’S FACES
THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS
AND SOUTHERN SWEET TEA
IT WAS YOUR ANNUAL VISIT
QUIETLY, NESTLED BETWEEN WINTER AND SUMMER
AFTER WHICH, YOU SEEK—NECESSARY SLUMBER!
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Good write D.
You mean me?! Not so much of the 'old' thanks! lol. though I am quite old really. Doh!
I think I get it-it reminds me of when my in-laws visit.
The 'old friend' is springtime. Nestled between winter and summer.
I was wrong again!
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