Now the Lesser Times

Now Lesser Times

Through
walls of glass
summer's sweet repose
penetrates.

Once sapphire shadows danced upon your face
as our toes talked between the startled grass.
With dismembered wings,
I remember when we flew,
a duo of sweets and hickory.

Memories refreshed,
best forgotten,
shade drawn
must forget
forest moments.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain