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 Sweet memories of golden-red trees

And leaves that rustle together.

Frost on the lawn as it sleeps in the dawn,

Are these days gone forever?


Fall nips the air with the smell of mohair,

Apple cider, pumpkin, and leather.

The harvest moon shines as the country road winds,

Are these days gone forever?


Snowflakes that fall on the pine trees so tall

And land on the lake like a feather,

Filling the sky with a feast for the eyes,

Are these days gone forever?


On chill winter nights by the flickering light

Of the crackling fire we gather,

Together, alone, in the warmth of our home,

Are these days gone forever?


Christmas draws near and the house fills with cheer,

Swedish meatballs, and Spritz by the platter,

Playing games until dawn till the last of us yawns,

Are these days gone forever?


Soon, daffodils bloom in the gloom

Of a wet afternoon in bad weather,

But we’re having tea, as dry as can be,

Are these days gone forever?


The first sunny day in the beginning of May,

Every face is alive with spring fever.

The young all convene at the town Dairy Queen,

Are these days gone forever?


The summer arrives and the lake comes alive

With boats and skiers so clever.

Dining outside with the cats by our side,

Are these days gone forever?


Surrounded by ferns as the ceiling fan turns

In the gazebo built by my father,

We sip our iced tea or an orange daiquiri,

Are these days gone forever?


Allow me the time to create a new rhyme,

And this poem about home will go on

Forever.


                                June Sweetser

                                      Hawaii, 1983