As I look back on days gone by.
No nimbus clouds spoilt
clear blue skies.
Raindrops fell at night, unseen,
to water earth and
keep gardens green.
The wind blew softly, just a breeze
warm and sultry
through the trees.
On the beach our skin was bronzed.
No overcoats
‘til autumn comes.
Days so long and I can dream
the golden taste
of rich ice cream.
The evening sun kept us warm
until the early
hours of dawn.
As I look back in time.
Who knows?
Perhaps these specs
are tinted rose.
Janet Le Pelley
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