Reblog; First in this week in response to WDYS # 84 from Chris Hall; A beautiful heartfelt poem. Enjoy
Slender notes as crisp as frost
cast silver beads across the grass
colour-drained trees old and bare
echo tunes on winter air
Melodies fill the sunless day
where morning shadows long to to play
perched upon a lonely pew
fragile memories form anew
Snippets snatched from days long past
pervade an emptiness that’s vast
remembrances both sweet and dear
proffer us a tender tear.
Image credit: Clay Banks @ Unsplash
The image shows an older man sitting on a bench by a park. There is a trolley bag behind him. He is playing a stringed instrument and has a collection bag by his feet.