The past returns
as I round a curve
in the path by the river.
On warm summer air
the scent of syringa,
sweet, astringent,
delicate, transient,
transcending;
I am five again,
in the garden
by the slope.
I run downhill
my arms outspread
syringa
Girl in a Garden #2
The red brick walls
protective, high,
enclose, surround, embrace
sun warmed barrier
dressed with pear and plum trees
rose petals scent the lawn
syringa blossoms cloak the path
the girl beneath the apple tree
plays with a blade of grass
dreaming
dreaming
dreamng
The Dreaming Path 