Flashes

Flashes -

The keenest, sharpest, Master Sleuth
Will never find my missing youth.
Yet it returns in bits and pieces,
That my brain sometimes releases.

When bright and early summer morn
Brings the sun whose light adorns
The tops of trees with golden crowns
As its warmth comes beaming down.

Or when the south wind's gentle grace
Softly blows across my face.
Inciting feelings I can't gauge;
Memories of a younger age.

The crunch of snow beneath my feet,
Reminds me of a time so sweet,
Fabled frolic in the frost,
A simple glimpse; The rest is lost.

And when I'm struck by scents of spring,
I'm anxious for the thoughts they bring.
Of new life wrought from melting snow,
Adventures sought - so long ago.

Forever gone these things must be,
But for a foggy memory,
Of words unsaid and songs unsung,
Locked in place, when I was young.