triumph

Lost in silence, sitting here
remembering
the first gold-green of early spring.
So sweet the breeze,
so soft the days of misty bliss,
of memories.
The birth of total trust.

Into the heat, of summer's sun,
the sands of time strewn on a beach
that held the moon so long,
eternity held out a hand
to all who fell
under the spell
of silvery star dust.

But dreamers waken,
broken spells lie dashed
like fragile shells,
the souls they held now vanished,
the bits and pieces fall
then call upon a wintry wind
that swirls to fate's slow waltz,
and dance alone in moonlight
now stained October rust.

-- Patricia A Boudreau

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The car in the picture is for sale and has been parked there next to the sea wall for about a month. When it first appeared it was in great condition: the rust has appeared since then. My bicycle rusted to uselessness in 3 months in our back yard, so I wonder how much longer the car has before it becomes scrap?

Cheers, Tom.

P.S. I painted out the number plate, and the picture gets bigger if you click on it.