Poet13's Blog

I’m in a winter frame of mind on a summer day
time of the season between phases of the moon
the sun is weaker now solar rays making gray days

and memory casts long shadows over the landscape
revealing trails not taken and pathways too well traveled
melodies fading 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