My Love of All Things Present and Past
I sit on my front porch swing in the twilight hour, pondering, reflecting and remembering, I reflect upon the beauty of nature surrounding me in the warm glow of the remaining light. I see the beautiful trees in their many hues of glorious, lush green leaves of varying sizes. I view the lovely lavender blooms on the Rose of Sharon bushes, planted so many years ago. I hear the buzz of the bumble bees’ wings that love to envelope the nectar of those sweet buds. I smell the scent of fresh turned soil emulating from the garden, only recently plowed. I breathe in the wild honeysuckle growing somewhere nearby in the woods. I observe the growth of the blackberry brambles, lush with the deep, purple berries; I can almost taste their essence of summertime, and long for the first cobbler of the season. I listen closely and hear the dull babble of the creek that rests close by, full from recent rains. I hear the melodious song of the lonely sounding Whip-O-Will that comes to visit each night. I then recall a sweet, young voice say, “Mommy, I hear your birdie singing” and smile to myself. I look out at the mountain cliffs off in the distance, and reflect on what I know is beyond. I ponder on how quickly time has flown by, how the beautiful scenery before me has changed over time. I remember the pitter-patter of little feet and the sound of little voices that grew their wings and flew away, Flew away, way too fast, I sit here and reflect and ponder. |