At dusk's threshing floors
we used elusive dreams to winnow.
Whiffer winds swept them
to be lost far away.
This is lovely.... just as chaff is blown away by the wind, dreams get blown away by the blasts close to the sunset of life! A 10
The nostalgia or mere memory of lost dreams can bring to light a few good verses?
I have experienced winnowing straws and chaffs when youn in my small village up in a mountain.Thank you so much.