Down The Lane

Down The Lane
Down The Lane

Gravel driveway–
Footsteps, footsteps;
Crisp, clean air flowed through our lungs.
Reminiscing,
Laughing, talking;
Languid noise rolled off our tongues.

Light broke through the limbs of trees;
Branches rustled in the breeze.
Conversation came with ease–
Bright autumn hues were all we’d see.

Golden apples–
Footsteps, footsteps
Slowly met to harvest more.
Years behind us,
Laughing, talking,
Childish noise that I adore.

We would know just what to say
And walk that gravel path each day.
We’d play and harvest as trees swayed,
Words spun and dipped like a ballet.

Sunbeams dancing,
Fading, soft light,
As we gathered together.
Buildings crumble,
Concrete erodes;
Memories last forever.