Whilom Childhood



Laughter mingling,

mixing with the wind,

hair dancing,

tangling, tangoing,


Golden, flowing,

sun-kissed mane,


imbued hues of hay.


Free and wild spirit

of a galloping mare,


weightless in air,


Safe with Mother

Nature nurturing,

fearless fancy,

no danger lurking,


Field’s shield reflects

in the luminescence,

translucent bubble

around innocence,


and holds for a moment,

captures forever in the dome,

the quondam of childhood,

ensconced in its sun-globe.


Poem and images ©Laura Denise


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