Days like these
There is no struggle
To recall
No sifting through
The rubble to retrieve
No dust to sweep from
Distant muffled memories
The songs of you burst
Through the fog
And swifts of feathered sighs
Upon my shoulder
Breathe ’remember’
Blue teardrops
Fall from sweet forget-me nots
And thoughts of you fill
Flowing brooks
And whistling larks perch
On the breeze and
Echo true
In days like these




Sara Mathews     June 2016