Of Good, Old Days I Miss~

Sometimes when winter winds howl blue

In every wee crevice

I pour a cup of ‘missing you’

And sit to reminisce…

And while I tromp its paradise

I see what yet remains

Of laughter in hope’s azure eyes

Music of midnight rains

The melody of holding on

Before the letting go

And knowing night precedes the dawn

Of what we come to know

I cherish home-fire vim and verve

And revel in the kiss

Of blessing I do not deserve

In spite of what I miss

Those daisy fields will bloom once more

And winter will fall prey

To Time’s bantering troubadour

Where sun-soft shadows splay

Stirring in throats of bluebell swell

…pastel forget-me-not

Flinging its foray to the dell

In periwinkle thought

For season-rivers ever roll

In tender give and take

Its echoes cavort and cajole
Across past’s frozen lake

And oh, I am not prone to weep

For what has slipped from me

We touch and taste, but cannot keep

Save, for its memory

But,

Sometimes when the wind howls blue

I pause to reminisce

…and then, my dear I think of you

And good, old days I miss~

© Janet Martin

Emily spent the other day here...at home:) It reminded me of what I miss while still being 100% happy for her!