This is our collaborative poem of May. We will enter it this month for dVerse OLN where Mary will host.
To live, to walk these streets we walked before
Where cobblestones sing eulogies for us
My soles are burning with its quenched desire
Of walking barefoot on a forest path again
Recalling our run from the rock pool, naked
slipping on moist leaves in dappled sunlight.
Giggling as I stole your towel; and your shivers –
an invitation to warm you in young love, ages old.
The dew upon the fronds it lingers yet
Where once we lay and loved, so innocent.
Beside the lake, beneath the moonlit trees,
We found a second Eden, ours to lose.
Memories of warmer dawns and golden days,
Lazy evenings and awaiting our faces to be lit pale
Lost in moments and moments now lost
Yet when my eyes are closed and I hold you in my arms…
You are there again, soul to soul with me.
But on waking, I see it is…
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
I think you have written a very Swedish summer poem, Björn. I can see the cobblestoned streets, the forest and the lake. I imagine, however, that not all the writers are Swedish.
We are from 3 continents – so there has to be those forests else where…
I feel the summer in your words, Bjorn. The second Eden is indeed ours to lose, but perhaps (just perhaps) we will do better the second time. Smiles.
There is a hope, but a lost thing will sometimes seem brighter as time passes
I would love to be able to return to those familiar touch stones of places that call forth happy, youthful memories. We moved (by job necessity) late in life. Sweet reminiscences are not quite as sweet in a strange land.
It is always hard for older roots to flourish.
Excellent!
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Thank you 🙂
Beautiful description of nature in a forested land. I’m originally from Ohio, U.S., and it was once a sea of trees. There are still quite a few. The soil in some areas is extremely rich. The photo was lovely. That evening sky is so deeply blue. Well done. 🙂 —Susan