Running round the corner wind in your hair
You took my breath away. Would I dare?
Lost in the scene, flower power days remembered
Lost in a dream, my heart surrendered.
Summer days, you lit up my life
Summer nights resting in the arms of my wife.
Fresh and cool your summer dresses
Replaced now by winter caresses.
Golden hair, skin soft and tender
Those are the days I remember
Grey locks flow now
As we approach our November.
© Sheila Ash 17th July 2017