Green Peas at Stake

Nostalgia

Nostalgia
1
A whiff of jasmine, my mother’s perfume,
Elegance captured in dreamlike prose,
I travel through time, a free trip home,
Vistas from the past, remembers my nose.
2
A lone beach chair by the serene dunes,
A deft overture, where memories start.
Winter’s puzzle, an icy serenade;
Ambiguity, the treason of the heart..
3
Love’s fable in the darkness,
Wilderness quickly prevailed,
Fragile comfort in travel,
An old road, raptures unveiled.

Like steam on dark glasses,
In romance, comedy caught,
The flavor or the technique,
Darting pleasures it has brought
4
Reading alone my highway tales,
I concentrate on battlegrounds,
Loving faded ancient rescues,
In my old haunts mischief abounds.

When fall enters flowers lament,
Bereavement tunes console the ground,
Skimming through spoil of years,
I celebrate the peace I’ve found.