On Remembrance

the memory fades
like de la Mare’s
halcyon days
into thin air
to be plucked
like a single wildflower
by the senses
in those unexpected hours
that seem to pass
all the more quickly

these days

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s