Treasure

Summers of larks bred sun-torn
wilderness flowers all round my colourful home 
and scented dialect of childhood
still utters recollections of well-trodden roaming.

In that haven of steep meadows
sheaves leaned roasting among searing hot fields
as hosts of moss roses fed nectar 
to butterflies which still ghost my wistful dreams.

Autumn red-juiced my girlhood
when it etched its vermillion into each adventure 
yet where could young fervour
find an entrance again to freedom's real treasure ?

Reviews

[Neville]

My word... what a wonderful way you have with the tools of our trade so to speak.. Please accept my award of top marks.. I can not understand why this poem has not received more praise and acknowledgement since it was original posted here.... I hope that will soon change.... Neville

[Fay Slimm]

Grateful again Nev for your visit to read and review my work......... am getting around more on this site and will be posting again when I find the directions. Thank you ever so my poet-friend.

[Neville]

My pleasure Fay :)

[Robert Trakofler]

well I followed Nev into this poem after his review and I must agree it is a shame your not read more so well I read you:) Treasure is one of my favorite words it means so many things to so many people and you just gave me a new definition. each of your stanzas paints a picture sends a mood and completes a thought in pleasant conveyance with a nice rhythm and flow. Nice to meet you Fay

[Fay Slimm]

Many thanks Robert for looking in and appreciate your comment on the word Treasure and its varied meanings - - glad too you picked up a rhythm I tried to keep through the piece.

[Skai Rain]

Very nice poem. It is very melodic. Well done and thank you for sharing. Keep up the good work!