I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
Seasons come and go,
this everyone knows.
Some say the past,
is of no matter,
but memories that always shine,
I’m so glad are mine.
Days of sandcastles
and white sand sprinkled mud cakes.
Past summers like sparkling grains of sand,
sprinkled beneath my feet.
Splashing in mud puddles
little bare feet running through a dew filled meadow
holding hands when first love was mine
dancing in the rain and feeling so fine.
The waves of the sea,
come lapping to shore
and in a cone-like seashell
I imagine I hear –
the music of “The Summer of ‘69” play.
“Summer in the City” made me want to run,
grab the keys to the rooftop
and watch the sparkling stars shine.
Up where the neon lights,
of the city didn’t cloud my eyes.
Past summers they come and they go,
I know it will always be so,
as long as they leave,
happy, dreamy smiles.
So I’ll catalogue them all
and in the dreary days of autumn
and when the first snows fall –
like ghostly footprints,
will come trailing behind.
© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee