Snowfall in the park gives rise to memories. (Form: Wrapped Refrain) A Pond Poetry Entry
Ghosts of the past still linger here
as snow falls silently this year
and brings forth memories, once bright,
that glimmer in the quiet night.
I thought them buried – gone – yet they remain steadfast
haunting my heart with visions of ghosts of the past.
Those carefree days when I was young
with songs of promise, not yet sung,
were wrapped in dreams upon that bench;
a thirst I thought I’d never quench.
With a frosty sigh, I peer through time’s opaque haze
that mutes the vibrant colors of those carefree days.
A sudden chill returns the night;
my memories, as if in fright,
scatter, tossed by the frigid wind.
I look around somewhat chagrined.
It’s no more than light playing on the snow at will
and yet… grasping memories cause a sudden chill.
An entry for Round 81, "Pond Poetry - ON HIATUS!"
Prompt: Image (see cover art above)
Required Form: Wrapped Refrain
Line Count: 18