
Petals. #quadrille
My heart yearns,
For that first touch.
Petals dropped,
That autumn,
Back when,
Way back when.
The memory of her,
Drifting in the smoke,
The smoky distant,
Past Of my youth.
Fire side in the woods,
Where we both,
Dropped our petals,
Of innocents.
© rog leach 22/09/2025
Hello all its quadrille Monday again my favourite of the sessions at #dversepoetspub. I just cannot resist dropping by and sharing with you. This evening with Lillian’s prompt my mind drifted back way back.




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