Mint green whispers of summer air fill the spaces that left
me a long time ago with the winter winds.
And, when my ear turned to listen to the whispering breezes,
a kiss lightly touched my lobe and moved swiftly along.
Before it left, where it landed, there remained the imprint
of summer branches before fall.
Melancholia draped the air all around me where once
summer leaves were hanging there.
Mint green whispers of summer air, please come to me
again, when the trees are bare.
Have you gotten to the point when a sniff in the air and a
breeze brushed by almost unnoticed - not just any old
breeze, but one with a special whiff?!
And has it ever taken you back to a place in time that you
had forgotten ever existed?
Like in childhood?
And as in school days?
To a time when life was forward looking and filled
with wondering about what life would bring
and how long it would take to receive it?
Copyright (c) 2007 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.
