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77. Now that summer's over © 1 May 2018 |
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(Based on the Vietnamese luc bat poetic form.) Now that summer’s over I’m a season older, and find each summer season mines less memories. It’s kind of sad to think of times we had. The heat-strewn days were glad when we were children; so carefree, chasing bees, climbing trees – the days all melded in a haze of ever-sunshine glaze. And yet… It’s easy to forget age casts far wider nets to catch a varied vaster batch of joys than those dispatched to girls and boys. For in life’s twirl of memory there swirls wise dreams far deeper, so it seems, than younger days we deem as fine. Here, in my autumn time, (I thank this God of mine) there calls no need to live it all again. |