PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The day was so perfect
a breeze gently blowing,
tossing my hair,
the sky a soft blue not
a cloud in sight.

As I approached the
meadows an old swing
came into view, still
hanging just like new

Recalling small children
pickling clovers, making
love-me-love-me-knot
chains.

Catching fire-flies in
the evening using their
lighters for diamond
rings, how they did
sparkle with childhood
dreams.

Oh!. to return to that
perfect moment in time
would be so divine.

copyright by heather burns