Poet13's Blog

I’m in a winter frame of mind on a summer day

the time of the season between phases of the moon

the sun is weaker now the solar rays making gray days

and memory casts long shadows over the landscape

illuminating trails not taken and pathways too well traveled

melodies fading like echoes of other lives we never lived

somewhere along these rutted roads we wandered away

into other lands where the lost are found

and the summer places we left behind are silent