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Petrichor

I yearn for the pleasant aroma
as rain hits the pavement in spring.

Petrichor brings on a fragrance
of childhood soft and serene.

A sudden flash of sprinklers;
laughter filling in gaps of air.

Bicycles and baseball;
easy life with little care.

Hopscotch and four square
with days of tetherball.

Magnificent days of skating
with magic key to it all.

Treehouse secrets kept
from youth of long ago.

If I could turn the book
I’d flip to what I know.

Breeze of easy moments
through clean sheets in the wind.

Corners cut through mountains
landscape dark, flash of light around bend.

Shadows dance through treetops
washing sparks of life on pavement.

Bring me back those days
of happiness now spent.

Concrete holds the magic
with blend of dirt and spores.

Balance all the checkbooks
and even up the scores.


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Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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    • Larry, thank you my friend. Oh, to go back to the good old days, where life was so much simpler and we weren’t so encumbered. May this time in life give us a glimpse of what was and could be again. Cindy

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