Scribbles

I reminisce days

When I knew how to laugh

And all that pained

Did not quite last

All the rain’s emptied

On all the leaves and

I move to hold the memories

And begin pouring

Circled by squirrells 

And brimmin with earth

Savouring scents and glimmer
And their thousand parts

I resume with a sharpened pencil

The half filled paper

The inchoate story

And the longing complete