Nostalgic Nocturne

My blog is a bit of a poem-diary as years go by...

sometimes it's interesting to look back and see what I wrote on this date 

7 or 8 years ago...

in 2012 I  wrote

The Little Brown Nest 

I still participated in more poet-communities back then, before my days grew shorter lol!

No, it's more like before I had to get to bed earlier in order to function the next day.

Sometimes I feel like I had more time to write back then...

(I didn't) but sometimes it just feels like it
... I guess the point I'm trying to make is that 

we can always only do what the day/season we are in allows.

The trick is seizing the opportunities as they come

and appreciating what each season in life offers (heart-tugs are love's bonus)

We cannot turn time back to when the days were freer, greener then

Or touch the place that seems so fine as we retrace its blurred design

And we cannot return to where we threw echoes into the air

Nor by the might of wish incite what drew away by day and night

Or by the charge of thought revoke the rules we broke, the words we spoke

Where what we leave behind still weaves

The scenes we’ll rewind on some far-off winter’s eve

© Janet Martin