Yellowed Memories And Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Miles of nowhere reaching out in front of me, sinking senses
and filling depths of my being, wondering why blossoms of
yesterday have all disappeared.

Leaving only yellowed images and memories blowing in the wind,
holding us in a fascination of other moments that have long
since gone.

Searching for long spent moments through measures of time, now
bringing us back to beginnings of our childhood, testing and experimenting with new situations, wanting to find out how
they've become a part of what and who we are.