The old woman
with the long silver hair
leaves the room,
pulling sweet scented music
from the age'd walls
to dance in the fields...
she roams her Eden
wrapped in the last rose of summer...
she hears birdsong,
a symphony recharged with
the first breath of every morn
longing for nothing more than
her beloved walls to shelter
compositions of feelings
of harmony
and age'd mem'ries past
and future hints of a longing
yet unknown...except
the cracked and faded mem'ries
of golden years to come
in the home that she loves...
she moves through the air
holding your hand in
her soul and sings
stay with me
sweet home of my heart...
s.wilson
You guessed it another SSS...our summer is fleeting, before long we'll be shooting snow shots again...has global warming altered our seasons...we'll see as another hour in the life passes by.
Join us won't you in the ever elusive shadow hunt...thanks Tracy!!!
