[long gone days]
 
Late evenings
spent in the embrace
of a humid, star encrusted twilight

 
Never needing a key to enter -
trust, a treasure long lost

 
Catching fireflies
and standing mesmerized
in their wonder

 
Throwing rocks into 
the neighborhood creek
simply to giggle 
as liquid nature sprinkled
magic upon tiny toes

 
Building leaf forts in front yards...
and feeling secure
within their tenuous confines

 
Enchanting sunsets
mysterious in thier glory
leading to the secrets 
of balmy nights

 
Mud pies baking in the sun
an urchin's culinary faux pas

 
Riding bikes in the streets
without trepidation

 
The Tunnel...
which led to hidden enigmas
within a child's imagination

 
Climbing trees
without fear of falling
of consequences

 
Standing on the banks 
of the rushing river
open-mouthed
in awe of Mother Nature

 
The Green Hole -
seemingly bottomless
beautiful and frightening 
all at once
in it's strange, liquid, 
alien grace

 
Cricket songs
Amphibian duets
Aphid melodies...
Poems of the night

 
Long gone now...
but never forgotten