Remembering
Somewhere in the mind the past persists.
It imprints and falls to sleep.
Only to be wakened in an unforeseen moment,
A surge of yesterday leaps into today.
In pictures, blurred and faded
Of doting smiles, haybales, green grapes, and plaid corduroy.
In words, forthright and firm,
Specked with tones of gentle adoration.
It’s in the touch of sticky petunias
In the traces of dirt under my fingernails.
Like a summer blossom, buried safe from the cold
It erupts from the earth in a splendor.
Bringing me back to a time lost and now found once more.
It’s in a robin’s morning song, the smell of morning dew.
Remembering the garden of my birth.
Remembering seasons of love.
Remembering.
