West B Street
Long ago
In a small place
And in that small space, hearts beat secure and life melted in cozy comfort
Time passed, seasons changed, morning sun beamed shining perfection,
Then night came
Summer poured into fall, golden supreme
Evenings masked perfect – not dark, but day not yet gone
Those precise hours spent together in place with souls of a still town
And in that house, love rained down
Steadfast even with the night freight train running upon it
Memories sweetened by peace and past,
Now miss those barriers against the outside world
Love melted, expanded in the west sun,
Cooled anxiety on a shaded porch
Love within, never knowing that one day would come
And all would be swept away.
Summer poured into fall…great images. Wonderful images throughout!
Thank you!
Nothing gold stays…
Ah yes, perfect!
Oh… sad ending. I really liked it until the last line, but that’s life…
Thanks Sha’Tara, yes life has a way….
This was really a poignant and lyrical story, Lana. I felt how life was so full of love, interesting experiences and bonds broken, ultimately by loss. <3
That’s exactly it, Robin. Thank you so much.
This is so beautifully written. It lulled me into this soft warm world of home. Then the last line struck. You drew me right into the emotion of the experience. Well done.
Thanks so much, Diana!
A tender and poignant tale of love and eventual loss; time and the seasons playing their metaphoric part. Well done
Thank you so much, Derrick!
Beautifully written, Lana! So many well-turned phrases here. I love the juxtaposition between the changing of the seasons and the changing family.
Thanks so much, Debbie!