"The Unnamed Memory of Spring" By Christina Cassie

The sun glistens,
A hint of cold is clasped in the air,
The fear of bee stings arises once again

Too cold for a strapless,
Too hot for wellies, gloves or scarfs,
Lawn mowers retire from sheds and finally cut the grass

Unlock the windows,
Remove duvets from the bed,
It’s official, winter is once again dead

Moments like this casts me back to a time when
Daffodils were scattered on the pavement
We once strolled upon as friends

You seemed so surprised
I knew your number off by heart
But you were the one I rang most in the summer that last past

Shadows are cast through the waves of the trees
Moving via the sweet spring but not yet summer breeze,
So easily could I drift off to the peaceful brushing of the leaves

The glow, the wind, the colours of spring,
Our park time meetings start reminiscing,
That specific bench in which we carved our names in

Where we delved into each-other hearts
Dissected each-others minds
Discovering our pasts, our dreams, our hopes and our red lies

Spring brings one name to my lips,
Your name, my old young friend,
Into oblivion our memories will never descend