memories

How Swiftly The Years

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… the past compressed underground…

photos by my daughter, Alissa, taken at the local college of Mining here

How Swiftly The Years

How swiftly the years fall into each other,

the past compressed underground

in layered deposits of Memories.

Some remain hidden, others found

of use, or not, as Life continues

circling ‘round Earth’s fleeting Ages,

years under water or under ground.

November 7, 2025

Shelley A. Wilson

Haileybury, Ontario

Memories

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Memories
I recall the days of our lost love—
the unspoken days of just waiting
for self-release from our pleasant imprisonment—
the days when silent sadness lay hidden
deep in every haunted laugh…
we mimed our passion then.
I bless those days.
Our love was once turquoise and starlight,
the sound of the flute and the harp,
the embrace of a warm Spring breeze,
mint chocolate and adventure walks.
Our love was once the radiant sparkle
of sunkissed falling snowflakes,
lightning-energized rain on leaves,
joy-singing birds and dragonfly wings.
Our love was once calm, clear water,
the peaceful quiet of morning light,
soft flower showers, silent talks,
cozy comforters and children’s laughter.
I bless those days.
April,1999 revised May, 2004