This Poem was Submitted By: Mell W. Morris On Date: 2002-11-08 16:32:47 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Evening Shadows Gather Splendor

Cool fall morning in her garden, the sun a bliss of beatitude on her face, the sole kisses that grace her days. Savory smells of burning leaves, of fecund earth in dormant phase: autumn supplies a feast for her eyes. Then a faded memory returns. She has a few photos inside her old journal: Tim at twenty-one, she sixteen. Meeting him at an open- air dance; girls prancing and swirling their curls, vying for the stranger's eye. Approaching the giggling gaggle, he asks her to dance, and bodies close, stars signaling similitude, their souls meld as they sway to "Twilight Time." He's in town for three days, then all she has are letters and calls. His notes decrease then the calls cease. The following year, without a hint, Tim appears, bent for Nam and the flame of old flares in her soul. She bares her heart and his remark: she is not the same sweet girl of "Twilight Time."              * She's had a grand life, beloved wife of three decades until her husband's demise last year. Daughter and son always near. Yet every time she hears the old Platters' song, she feels a longing for that first dance and her first glance at love.

Copyright © November 2002 Mell W. Morris

Additional Notes:
Just for fun...for anyone who, upon hearing an old tune, remembers a time, a place, and a certain face.


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