REMEMBERING
Rember Summer,
that time when windblown sands
sent shimmering shadows
on a journey
that never seemed to end?
Remember the Autumn winds
that wound and whistled
'round giant cliffs,
creating eerie sea-sounds
that stayed in imagination
all night long?
Remember the touch
of a gently falling rain,
that time before
Winter tns and greens and greys
all merged as one
beneath a snow-white blanket?
Remember your joy in Springtime,
after waiting patiently
for sunshine to thaw the white to colours,
creating winding airy stairways
for nimble, dancing, singing birds?
Reflect.
You'll soon remember
those times we spent together,
watching sunshine disappear
then new sun rise again.
Steve Parish
