Days spent remembering
Golden fields of corn,
The wind whispering its secrets
Amongst its stems.
Meadows of green,
Crisp and fresh like apples.
Chains of daisies around
Her neck;
Searching the clover
For the extra leaf of
Good fortune.
Breathe deeply,
The summer perfume of
The hedgerows,
Coconut gorse;
Butterflies caressing
The delicate flower petals.
Sun baking down on skin;
Daydreams of better times...
Till later;
Relief of cool tree-limb shade,
Away from the scorch
Of overhead fire.
Summer daze;
As dusk approaches,
A welcome breeze stirs up
Memories of summers long gone.