Fall Fancies

May the blustery winds

of the forthcoming season

blow all of your troubles

and worries away.

May your dreams be rekindled

by warm blazing colors

and treasures be found

in fall's striking display.

~Cheryl Hart

Finding Time

During leisure moments

I visit an exclusive hideaway.

I close my eyes

and allow unfathomable shadows

to capture me.

Escorted by the soft waves of my mind

I reach a private alcove

where memories settle.

I loll by time's shore

catching glimpses

of simpler childhood days;

where fears were unknown

dreams sown

risks taken

and imagination never forsaken.

Overgrown fields served

as make-believe oceans

where I voyaged to unfamiliar worlds.

The nearby woodlands

sheltered magic 

and begged to be explored;

for that was where

pixies dwelt.

The light hours of day

were lived outdoors.

Nature was my playhouse

my podium

my stage.

Trees were climbed

tires swung

and puddles jumped.

Summers were long

troubles short-lived

hugs sought

bugs saved

and bedtime edged in too fast.

The future was endless

and 

time

was enough.

Reminiscence

satisfies my soul.

I'll visit my haven again

when I find 

time.

                            By C.E. Hart