04 June 2025

PART 1 of 3 - OPENING THE DOOR TO ECHOS OF YESTERDAY’S

part 1 of 3 

Before I was born, my parents already marked their choice lot,
Envisioning where the future cottage’s foundation would sit.
Slightly perched above the water’s edge on the granite escarpment,
To enjoy perfect views of the bright green trees and dark blue river.

My memories of spending summers at our cottage remain,
Unlike others, it is as clear as if it were yesterday.
Summer days were shorter, despite having much longer hours,
Keeping children and adults taking delight in every day.

Our common threads bind both souls with a bias of shared stories,
Knowing very well, nostalgic memories are shared freely.
Although splendid summers and wonderful winters inspire,
Conversations of past springs and autumns aren’t forgotten.

Opening cottages in spring and closing in autumn tells me,
The seasons of time keep moving forward without a rewind.
Then, with the summer’s end, cool whispering winds of autumn whined,
As cottagers prepare for winter’s hibernation decree.

Gathering inside for warmth, now that the bitter cold sets in,
Elders shared stories handed down from generations prior.
Seems to help make long days have shorter hours pass by quickly,
Until spring arrives with its vibrant colors and songs to please.

Making it known, nature’s out of its slumber, ready to play,
Marked with warming temperatures, wildlife’s songs and blooming flowers.
Eager to welcome the summer’s first sun rise down by the bay,
Ready to meet with friends to create more memories again.

Excited to meet and greet the cottage's current caretaker,
Visiting felt like friends reunited after a long absence.
Extending and accepting an invite to stay and visit,
Reveals there are no good-byes, just memories that can't be bought. 



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

There are no words, but the words you spoke, you leave the rest of us speechless. Your writing speaks from the heart - some more than others, some more subtle, some more in your face. But I’m certain they all resonate with readers one way or another. Your uncanny ability to pull us in to your world to experience what you wrote about, as if we were part of the experience is all too real!

ROBERT W KOVACS said...

Thank you for your kind words. I then feel I did my job as an artist who painted a picture with words!

Anonymous said...

Oh so lovely. And the cottage looks so accommodating. Blessed to be you.