Pre dusk pastel skies
Of pink, baby blue and lavender
Entraps, entangles our minds
Reminds me of the warmth of days gone by
Some now almost lost forever.
The scent of straw cut fields
Dry in the dying days of summer
Is warm, almost sensuous
Reminds me of days past
With its promise of passionate
Star lit nights.
Fields that stretch out into the distance
For what seems an eternity
Reminds me
That few things last an eternity