In The Autumn Of My Years
Memories linger melancholy
as I approach the bridge
to the Gardens de Sol.
A picture forms in my weary mind;
Just a mere shadowed mirage,
like an old faded photograph
in a heart shaped locket
kept near my soul centre
for days, weeks and decades….
While fall winds,
crooning blue zephyrs,
frigid, incantations upon the
once verdant meadows;
Where the fawns grazed
and wild horses pranced
so breezy carefree,
on fine spring days
I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance
on patches of clover and dandelions
in the spring of my youth
Reveling joie de vivre of sun,
Sol warming skin and soul pink;
I remember our long, meandering walks
in a picture perfect rose garden
scented with redolent pines
and aromatic wild flowers .
We conversed for hours,
my hand in yours,
thrilling at your every word,
infatuated by a fervent touch .
You, idly picking petals off a rose;
the deep timbre of your delicious laugh
resounding joy to my acquiescent ears,
as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain,
until lengthening shadows quilted the path
with reluctant to leave, sun beams
of a late summer afternoon.
And afterwards, in twilight violet sky;
intimate moments by a blazing fire,
silent music of our hearts thrumming
a lovers sonata while
you kissed me;
Gold specked brown orbs,
so pleasurable and beguiling,
warming my soul,
full of tomorrows promise
and forgotten yesterdays.
Now, as I picture this quixotic drama
Rehearsed again and again;
One solitary tear slowly trails down
and comes to rest on lines
that were not there yesterday…..
Dead cornflake leaves
crunch under my feet
as I walk the very same
bridged pathway to the garden
Alone....
My only audience
a solitary prickly cactus
in the autumn of my years.............
Anything Goes Challenge
Hostess: Rainspirit
By Cheryl Stewart
© 2009 Cheryl Stewart
(All rights reserved)
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