The first young breath of Summer
Is all it takes
And I'm falling through the years.
Fragments of a life
That left their mark on a weary face
Are condensed into nothing.
Together again!
Our bodies are entwined in the tickling grass,
And the brilliance of the dancing churchyard sun
Is blotted out by your kisses.
I thread buttercups through your hair
And swear your wide smile
And the look in your eyes
Are all the sunshine I'll ever need.
Thirteen Summers squashed into a second
Finally beckon.
My children drag me past courting couples in the park
And our precious time
Like a secret photograph
Is hidden away
Until Summer's first smile, next year.
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The first young breath of Summer Is all it takes And I'm falling through the years. Fragments of a life That left their mark on a weary face Are condensed into nothing. Very evocative; these six lines stand alone beautifully, inviting the reader to add their memories to complete the circuit you have created. I like this very much.