Thoughts, creamily flowing
Adhesively cling
Around all the places
Discovered last Spring
Leafy-bowered woodland
Stippled with shade.
Secretly carpeting
The bed we had made.
Covering with rustling
Leaf-sounds, our new love
Modestly hidden
By breeze up above.
Tumble-down cottage
Deserted and worn
Bore witness to passion
Where before there was none.
Re-finding these places
Was sad, as it seems
They conjure up pleasure
Now only in dreams.
When I was young, in the military and stationed in Holland, I had the pleasure of enjoying a few trysts with local girls in the pastures of the farm country just outside the of the quaint, old towns. Your charming poem brought those old memories back to me quite vividly. Your fine poem is tersely written, yet quite descriptive with excellent detail of that unforgettable place where love was shared, perhaps even for the very first time. The poem's concluding verse is so beautifully expressed, and sadly, so true for a lot of us years later. Carl.
Hi Fay. Trying to find a good early morning read and I found it. this one flows so well and takes you to the woodland.10 for sure. Regards Dave T.
Very nice. It would be a sad poem were those joys felt not so strongly presented. A very feeling piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful elegy to times remembered and revisited.