reminisce

forty blooms ago

when the woods bled waves of pine scent over every thought

I didn't know

time was still

heavy as I trembled

under the touch

of God's spirit;

I remember

showers of gold

and the smell

of presence keeping me

safe and quietly soaking

wonder of green

now I lapse

into momentary recall

so barely similar

and patinated

with ache and age

under weight and dross;

lacking factions culminate

to perturb the recollections'

purity

perhaps clouding is necessary

to prevent the clarity of

lost