lemon tea with mint
Chasing shadows on the lawn
and followed where you went
Too young, the oak trees whispered
Too soon, the river knew
Our promises weren’t false, but then
they weren’t exactly true
I smiled the other evening
when someone said your name
Perhaps the wise, old trees were right
and no one was to blame
Beneath the stars of winter
Earth settles with a sigh
and firelight’s fine for dreaming
of seasons that went by
The sheltering arms of summer
The early breath of spring
I wouldn’t trade a single day
I wouldn’t change a thing
First off, let me apologize – I know I’m not a poet. And, really, this sounds like a jump rope jingle. 🙂 It has to do, a bit, with the book I’m working on now. I think this poem could kind of be about the main character’s parents, who fell in love when they were young. Leah, the main character, was born when her mom was eighteen. Cade, from Winter Wish, is a main character in this book, too; it’s sort of a sequel for him. The book will be called Summer’s Secret – if I ever finish it, that is.
The smell of honeysuckle fills the air these days; it is one of my favorite smells. It never fails to bring memories, although not those in the poem. That is, like the book I’m working on, fiction.
Don’t worry — poems by me, on this blog, will be a highly irregular occurrence! And I use the word “poems” loosely! 🙂
I hope you’re enjoying your wildflowers, or beautiful weeds, and the memories they bring you!