Blink, and you'll miss it.

[ginevrahermione]

Blink, and you'll miss it.

Summer came early last year,
The year I walked with you.
We saw the delicate meadow flowers,
Suddenly open now, so warily.
We saw the children, all brass
And belt, running amid the gold.
So warm, so free.
Blink, and you'll miss it.

Summer has been late coming this year,
The year I said farewell to you.
See the daisies turn to grey,
Watch them grow dull and fade.
Observe the children's campfire:
No longer alight, a dull ash mound.
Hear the children - no, they have gone;
Gone to where the poppies grow.
Blink, and you'll miss it.

Summer did not come last year,
The year that I left you.
You couldn't see the meadow flowers,
For there were none to see.
We didn't watch the children,
For they are lying here with me.
The poppies mark the place where I
Am gone, so cold, at peace.

Maybe you will see again.
Blink, and you'll miss it.

[goldencat]

It was lovely but also so sad.
Somehow I liked the last part most; especially the end.
Nice little poem