Memories flash like the tiles of an old clock clicking to reveal the next number
click, click, click they come
the blue sky vibrant in the light of the sun
snow caps beckoning down from the trail
the boat at sunset, ready to sail
miles and miles, harmony songs
golden aspens shaking but strong
cradled in feathers sinking down
floating at ease with the current’s sound
story and love in words on paper
a poem scribbled in haste at the table
the passions of friendship breathes life inside
a strumming guitar with nothing to hide
riding so fast in the red shiny car
riding down roads that are never too far
riding wild horses with wind blown hair
beaches and palm trees, breathing salt air
the campfire crackles and lullabies sung
soothing truths whispered as one
fresh cotton sheets in the morning light
star-gazing in winter, wrapped up so tight
a familiar smile in the eyes of my lover
curtains blowing in the last days of summer
the movie reel catches ..the scene is the same
over and over and over they came
then a child laughs and the scenes move on
a cry echoes loud of my firstborn son
saturday morning the little feet run
as cartoon images add to the fun
cuddles while rocking and reading a book
little kingdoms conquered as new lands we took
winnie the pooh’s words echo the way
…“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
crisp air wafts from the tall blue spruce
cerulean blue brushstrokes swirl around loose
a long winding dirt road leads the way home
cottonwood falling bids us “please come”
and the river carries the fluff with pride
floating and gracing the riverside
the clouds move in time-lapse fashion
roaming the fields of quaking aspens
the path leads somewhere …I must go
while the washing and sifting continues to grow
hammock rest with my book in hand
the hourglass moves sand by sand
vibrant-colored leaves swirl on the ground
her breath catches as she hears the sound
visions of coffee laden with cream
left only a memory
…of a beautiful dream