Thursday, March 3, 2016

Of Summers Spent...

Looking at photos of 'spent summers' stirs the sentimental soul... 

We will always have ‘that summer’
She whispers to Immutable Past
Nothing can steal from Time’s hungry ways
That which is Evercast

Morning, noon, night like a river
Rushes where Bygones take shape
Yet never can steal spent summers, my love
But gentles its memory-scape

Darling, the dust of the future
Dances through skin with ease
Taking everything we hold with it
Save this; our memories

© Janet Martin

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