Sweetest Memories Poem by R. K. Hart

Purple haze from the jacaranda flowers,
Float gently to the ground in the daylight hours.
Red juices gently flow from the old stringy bark,
Daisies kiss dressed in yellows and green, so stark.

Across stoney beds, brooks sing their gentle song,
In water, frogs and forest populace sing along.
Willows by the brook caress the waters edge,
Swirls of dust dance down country lane.

An autumn leaf plays at waters edge,
Birds sing to each other a loving pledge.
Morning sun filters a pattern like Chantilly lace,
A humble arbor becomes a lover’s hiding place.

It is to the tune of a brook, frogs, and bird song,
In mist of romance to each other they belong.
Growing in beauty their love is steel not clay,
They protect their love from those who prey.

When life’s autumn shadows the loving,
Memories of a bird song send it packing.
Romances strength and sun filtering lace,
Allows loves continuing growth in grace.

When nearer the century you become,
Remember the days you bathed in the sun.
The days when sweet memories were made,
When you as lovers kissed in secretive shade.