Tangible

It’s a haunting of the mind eye
The pictures don’t seem to fade
The colors just become more brilliant
A memory like the haze
Around the misty mountains
In the hot summer sun
Quickly melting in the heat
Of September’s fiery blaze
The smoky mountains quietness
Holds itself in memory
And fades to winters grip
Frost covering the worlds face
Ice holds the world tight
Only ever the lightest dusting snow
Spoiling a childish dream
Melting into springtime’s place
A rush of waters ice cold
Pushing snow in downward swirling
From neighboring heights
Flooding valleys and glen
The starlit blue of moss grown flowers
The smell of old leaves fade
Emerald green frosting
Coats the foothills, tiny fens,
That slowly move to tired greens
Battling the heat of summers gaze
A dusting of harvested wheat
Hanging a warm moon in the sky
Peaches and caramel apples
Puddin’s and fried scrapple
Maple syrup and wood smoke
Pine trees, rain on the wind
A rush of swirling memory