Wonderful post

Words Unbidden

So soft, the crinkled bough

Sweeps to the path of the

Rain kissed tar.

The scent is sweet and carries far.

 

I’m there now in summers previous,

When life was new

And love was tedious.

There upon the crown of

Majestic Killiney Hill,

We embraced our lives,

We drank our fill.

 

There beneath the darkness of summer.

 

©SD 1997

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