Warm Air

I remember the warm air
A place between dragonflies
And childhood
Chasing up and down the stream
Trying to catch the future
In golden blues, and greens
I remember the smells
A time of summer
And innocence
Bracken camps and heather
Trying to slow the present
Like trying to catch a feather
I remember the idle chatter
The things we did
And friends
Dappled sun on meadowed woods
We played with passing clouds
As though we always could
I remember so well
With a clarity of age
And love
Like a baby to it’s mother
We could not be parted
As we held onto that summer
I remember those first drops of rain
Beneath the trees
And ending
Each raindrop became a year
As they washed away our youth
And left us stranded here