Questions

 Dear Reader.

I have been under the weather so no blog this week.  Just a poem.

Questions

 

 

Were the summers different then,

did the sun shine more, when

wet and cloudy days were few, when

butterflies took wing, and warm winds blew?

 

Did the bees collect more honey,

did we laugh more, were more things funny,

was the sea less rough, more azure,

did finer shells bewitch us on the shore?

 

Did roses fade so soon, wind or rain blown,

or were hedgerows so rich and pretty, grown

when all the summer days were bright,

not awash with rain, but drenched in light?

 

Were the days so cold and dreary,

and did we ever feel so weary

of days of heat and sun and sea,

picnics, sandcastles, flasks of tea?

 

Did dreams then, sometimes, come true,

when love would find us, hold us too,

and make our whole world seem completely new,

when butterflies took wing, and warm winds blew?

 

 

 

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With best wishes, Patricia