Memories

A poem written October 12, 2006 (c) QE3
I was out by my pool and there was a horse rac going on at the stables down the street......


The leaves nearly as big as my feet
size five to be exact.
A small size for a girl my age
as seen in the eyes of my peers,
and yet,
a Leaf as broad and tall
as any Leaves would ever amount to be.
The Pool is filled with them
smaller ones, too,
little pricks of pine leaves
like so many slates and shards of glass
dancing to the beat of the gods,
to Artemis,
upon the cool, rippling surface.
More leaves now.
More dancers in the rhythmic pulse of the forest,
a reflection upon the water
of the very hearts of the trees around the Pool.
I remember the years of my younger childhood,
of the forests and streams,
the wood folk and faeries I expected to find hidden under every bend,
behind every tree in my own back yard.
To this day I still hope to catch a glimpse of the mysterious dryads,
to talk to the trees as little English girls do in my books.
The earthen smells and warm air bring back the very feel of Kentucky.
I can see the horse stables and hear the thundering of hooves,
like living a memory.
My lungs take in the dense, humid air,
as my own heart joins the beating of Artemis’s drum.