Yesterdays Blossom
Twirling like a silken flower, in wild fields
flirting as a silhouette, embrace my mind.
Absorbed in rhythm, as nature enlaces
harmonious sounds, rushing in the wind.
A butterfly fluttering above a growth of daffodils
amidst honeysuckle, with a tenor sound of bees.
Behold, an orchestra, as penguins serenade;
nature’s enjambment, as my heart flows seas.
As ripened vintage wine you walk my mind
though time decreed your course otherwise;
for the last forty years. We met in wild fields.
in past todays, we sang our last goodbyes.