A moment mourned

[burdick]

In sun and shade a fat bumblebee seeks.
Sweet grasses and crushed flowers scent the air.
Freezing snow retreats to far distant peaks.
White flees from colors of red and blue rare.

I think of a moment lost in my past,
An enlightenment from insight or disorder.
Brilliant clean light, timeless peace gone too fast.
It is the cold white “now” of all order.

[DarleneG]

Enlightenment from our past can enrich our future. And it's always a delight to discover it! A cool poem.