Nature in Memory
By Penelope W
Silence greets while the leaves whistle softens,
Slight wind is occasional but warm
Trudging through chopped bark and the soft dirt,
Dry sticks and leaves suggest a new season
When ambling below the archway of green,
We meet clear skies, not blue but still tranquil,
The realisation that this prepossessing moment will become but a photograph,
In the nostalgia that is a memory.