HELLO, OLD FRIEND

Dford1

 

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Dford1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2024 01:23
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  • orchidee

    Good write D.
    You mean me?! Not so much of the 'old' thanks! lol. though I am quite old really. Doh!

  • 2781

    I think I get it-it reminds me of when my in-laws visit.

    • Dford1

      The 'old friend' is springtime. Nestled between winter and summer.

      • 2781

        I was wrong again!



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