

Sweet, lavender clusters of floral grapes,
Candy-coloured fragrance of bygone days.
Breezy hammock dozing under draped arbors,
Cottony sky-dreaming while eyelids flicker in & out of shade.
Checkered blanket picnics with teeming wicker baskets,
Candle light and secrets shared to heart-filled eyes overflowing.

White-picket laughter amidst twining purple vines,
Stained-glass, long-ago lore & all things romance.
Country photo shoots, 'neath Blue Ridge Peaks,
Round hay bales on cedar-lined farms of yesteryear.
Macro-grasshoppers on rusty, barbed wire,
And tiny treasures for keen observers eyes.
Sharing mommy moments & warmth of forever friends,
Her spirit entwines my heart as wisteria graces spring.
Yikes and zowie! It is GOOD to be your very own Daryl. What lovely remembrances.
ReplyDeleteWith great fondness... Daryl (minus the Wisteria.)