Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season…
It happens, now and then,
That slight shift in the season,
A new light, a different dusk,
A gentle breeze that brushes you
Into remembering a moment in the memory,
A time, once far removed,
Now returned, repeated, relived
And there you are, once more,
Back in those arms, looking in those eyes
Or maybe just reading that book,
Wearing that Sweater,
Crossing that bridge.
Time moves and overlaps, all at once,
I am here today, living and yet
A part still of yesterday, re-feeling it now.
I move, change, evolve
Like the weather, as the seasons.
I am summer because Spring bloomed before.
Today it is fine because yesterday I loved.
And then suddenly it shifts again,
A newer light, a darker dusk,
A twist to the breeze and another memory
Melts into the moment and on I go,
As the seasons, changing constantly,
While rarely forgetting that tomorrow,
What we did today, happened yesterday.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly