A Day Used to Be

I still remember the 

days of golden suns

Reflections upon leaves

Days were still warm

Fields were filled with laughter and 

innocent dreams

rolling down the meadows

Nothing but green and 

daisies were an orchestra

A melody by angels 

in chorus with the breeze

Whistling tunes of heavenly smiles

radiant hues paints the sky

…a cool morning dew

I was there…

Enjoying the breeze and 

the array of yellows and butterflies

and violets and bees

Under the tree 

by the olden tire 

hanging on a wrinkled branch

Mighty arms of the elder oak

who has witnessed

years of sunrises and sunsets

Old maybe the tree was

but the scent were of flowers

and there was never a fading

Contented

happiness it seemed

I never left the solitude

It was a solace of an embrace…

 

Mek
Oct08

Author's Note

Photo by Alice Matuszkiewicz

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

that is a beautiful photo...we should ll have our own tree in my eyes thank you for sharing

[Mek & the Infinite Madness]

thanks!