Yesterday Fields


Revisiting an old song dusted off.  Memories of memories wafting from vinyl to MP3, never changing.  Summer days, younger days, carefree running in the sun days of butterfly fields and fishing poles.  A woman taming her child-wildness dancing with those full moon nights.  Hair and heart never tied, flying free, catching in the wind.  Watching her running those wild yesterday fields, I close my eyes.

A small stone in River of Stones entry.

Copyright Jean Mishra 2012

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