Weathered

Remembering my youth,

I ponder and wonder…

Where are the blue, blue skies

and that fresh, sweet air-

the watermelon scent

that foretold the coming

of snow- white, white snow?

Where is the joyful laughter

I shared in wind and rain-

that joy of being alive, alive,

as we welcomed wind and rain?

(Shelley A. Wilson- February 25, 2019)

(My friend, the late Bill Wainwright
sent me his wonderful sketch of this
lady some years ago. Bill was a
multi-talented visual artist, musician,
dancer, scientist, and inventor. I wrote
this poem and then remembered his
masterful sketch…Thanks again Bill!)