A grey day, clouds owned
The sky
As rain, a metaphor hid
The land in fog and shadows
A smile crept across her face
A memory of another time
A picnic, Sun tea, and youth
not so long ago, yet half a lifetime
past since that day
Her hair dark, the years had not dampened
The beauty, she was graced with
The memory lingered a moment longer
As a single ray of sunlight broke through
the clouds to landed on her face as
if you remind her, that was another time
The smile remained, as she let go of
the past, to focus on the present..and
then..the
Future.

An Original Poem by H R Beebe