Echoes of A Summer Breeze

Summer evening

is furious with herself

for going off the deep end.

It fills me with

a nostalgic craving

for the past,

when it was always followed

by a cool breeze

as if a cute small girl

trailing her mother –

a shadow of comfort.

I look through the window

to the park

which seems to giggle

with the children

running around amaltas –

a tree that grew up

in my youthful dreams

showering me with joy-

true to its name

of Golden Shower.

I drink in the activities

of the park

until the darkness descends

and children return

into the arms of homes.