I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
The sweet summer grass calls me
and I lay back as it beckons,
looking above at the brilliant blue sky -
as the summer breeze softly blows.
The white clouds up above,
gently sail by
and I’m taken on a journey -
as I see spirits drifting along.
In my imaginative dreams,
I search the skies
and see my friends,
as I once saw them in life.
My heart then aches,
for those who’ve come and gone
and it calls out with every beat -
Where, where are my friends now?
Then I smile sweetly,
as memories gather,
the summer breezes -
whisper their names to me.
I also remember you,
the love so special that we shared
and I know you are loving me still,
somewhere up in the deep blue,
while waiting for me your love will remain true.
I know that they are beside me,
glad that my love for them fills my heart,
with happy sighs -
I keep watching the clouds rolling by.
Seeing the faces and the smiles,
of long gone yesterdays,
remembering the love -
that once warmed my heart.
The smell of freshly mowed grass,
comes drifting to me
and I feel so happy to be,
part of the summer
and part of the love –
remembering yesterday once more.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 01, 2019:
Thank you, Michael. Hope your Friday and weekend are awesome.
DREAM ON on February 28, 2019:
I love cloud watching. Thinking of all the people we knew and have met is a wonderful feeling. Tying that with the beauty of fresh cut grass that's wonderful. A beautiful hub that gives me a real sense of peace. May you have a great Friday.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 27, 2019:
You're welcome, Mark.
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on February 27, 2019:
If we listen to the wind, the summer, and the clouds we will remember so much of those wonderful memories. Thank you, Gypsy Rose Lee.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 25, 2019:
Thank you, Nithya and you're right about that.
Thank you, Shauna. A favorite time for me is to take long walks in the late spring when the grass gets mowed for the first time.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on February 25, 2019:
Rasma, this flows so beautifully. You words paint vivid pictures and leave me feeling the breeze.
One of my favorite scents is freshly mowed grass.
Nithya Venkat from Dubai on February 25, 2019:
A lovely poem, we can relive every moment that has passed through memories. Precious memories of near and dear ones that comfort us and keeps us going.