Sweet memories are like fallen dry leaves, Bitter memories haunted across, The bittersweet mixture of tastes, A formula for lament and love, I cosset together in the name of time ©️Athira2021 All Rights Reserved
#Poem#Free Verse-6# Bittersweet Memories — Crosswalk
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Milt and I push his small rowboat into the lake’s calm waters on a sunny, early morning. Fishin’ is absolutely on our minds. Milt’s boat has stood the test of time, and she definitely looks it. There are patches here and there, scrapped and worn paint, and even some mismatched […]
Monday Memories: Start Bailin’ — Big Sky Buckeye
Strolling the rose fields,
soft fragrance crystallised in memory
of a speckled sea of rich colours, pausing —
touching in balmy stillness.
Poem and painting Copyright Francis 2021
Welcome to the next post in the series Letters from America 1985 -1987 that I wrote home to my parents in the UK. My father kept them all in a folder…
Smorgasbord Posts from My Archives – Letters from America 1985-1987 – October 1985 – Trip to Seattle – Mountains and State Park by Sally Cronin
From where we stand at the edge we can see the ruins of the mountain, its scars slowly filling with dust…
A Place Once Holy — The Light is On
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