Delighting in Warmth

Whilst I play in its dripping light;

About its dancing shadows through the trees;

Reminding me of my days of youth and long summer afternoons.

Memories burst through with every dandelion

blown into the soft warm breeze.

Tethered to the familiar and the gentle nudging of long-ago days;

Harkening to that day that can no longer be,

and delighting in the one that is.