REFLECTIONS

REFLECTIONS@1991 by Nina Banks

Reflections of times past,

Playing easy on the mind,

Carry me back,

To sweet memories and you.

Held forever, locked by heart,

In the spring of my life.

Reflections of the heart,

Bring cherished thoughts,

And hours,

Spent dreaming of you,

Slowly burning embers in my mind,

In the summer of my life.

Reflections of the mind,

Awakening images, ever drifting.

Haunting melodies playing,

Beneath a thousand stars,

Aglow in the night,

In the fall of my life.

Reflections of many a long night,

I lost to a memory that

Carries me back to

Reflections of past times

And you.

In the winter of my life.

THE VALLEY

THE VALLEY @ 1991 by Nina Banks

As the last rays of sunlight kiss
The mountains tops, they cause
Long shadows to move across
The Valley, leaving an eerie
Darkness in the afterglow.

I ride silently in the early
Twilight, moving slowing, down
Into that Valley, where my
Heart is lingering still, in
A world I used to know.

The breeze, blowing gentle through the
Pines, the beauty of a lazy moving river,
The smell of coffee at my campfire,
Bring back dreams of a life
I lived here, long ago.

The smoke, curling upwards from the
Dying embers of my campfire, bring
Memories of the lonely cry of
Timber Wolves, as geese fly
Southward, away from the coming snow.

In trees nearby, a Hawk Owl is calling
For it's mate, I pour more coffee and
Listen to the beauty of the wind, and turn
In time to see, a Buck, standing
Gracefully and not far away, the Doe.

After I drink my last cup of coffee,
I'll lie down on a bed of Pineneedles,
Watching the stars above me, knowing
With the suns rising, I'll leave
This Valley, a world I love so.

Rising in the misty dawn, I ride
Silently along the ridge and take
One long glance at the Valley far below,
Leaving behind me all the things I
Love, in this world I used to know.