Souvenirs

The sun makes bright the grass

Music drifts through the air

All its magic to share

Transporting thought

To a time long since past

When dancing was freeing

And everyone’s seeing

Joy come alive

Freedom of a soul’s voice

To partner with the sky

Encouragement to try

Promise of more

Bright grass all too soon dark

The air carries a chill

Memory lingers still

Music’s magic

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben