Remember

In these days of dark mornings, dark evenings, and work, work, work in between …
I remember sunshine and quiet wandering in the village and garden.

Where one may come upon a soft pink flower, name unknown
petals gently curving, bringing thoughts of tiny fairy clothes

Or perhaps flamboyant honeysuckle blooms
spreading in all directions, beckoning in the late insects

And hidden in the corners, peeking out among the grass
the Herb Robert sits sweetly, as droplets rest upon it’s delicate stems

And though the days are long and darkness-tipped
and though there may be pain and tired sighs
these memories sustain

remember