Wonderful post
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
