Something new from me, first for a long time. Hope it was worth the effort.
I was never winter’s man.
Clothes so drab,
sea too cold, the endless rain.
Somewhere down the road
the sun was stealing in from the east
bringing winter’s last gasp.
I climbed up on its shoulders
looking for a new dawn.
The changing of the seasons is at hand.
Old men’s memories
bone dry with the telling,
line the road to summer.
They speak of darkness,
and yesterday’s whispers.
Secrets passed down
to temptation’s doorstep,
of times long gone.
Sepia tinted yesteryears,
when all dreams were possible.
Songs were bold, and we all knew the words.
© mikeverdi 2023
I have just discovered this, Mike. A lovely piece of nostalgia. Always enjoyed your writing.
Best wishes and keep well.
Good of you to comment mate, I keep trying….most efforts wind up in the bin HaHa!
Sad and beautifully moving. The last verse really has an impact. So good to read something from you.
Thanks, so kind of you to read my work. That you enjoyed it enough to leave such welcome comments is more than I could hope for.
I haven’t been on here for a long time but so glad I decided to look in because I found this lovely piece from you, as beautifully crafted as ever. Sue. Xxx
Hello dear lady, yes it’s been a while for both of us sadly. I find it so hard to write these days, just cant concentrate. Life in palliative care leaves you in no doubt where your going. I was so upset to lose David (Bozz), the change of loss was excruciating, even when expected. They say it won’t be long for me now…..but then I’ve heard that before
So pleased you enjoyed my little effort, makes it all worth while.