Spell of nostalgia

The chilling sails of rustic winds

Wafted the scent of rainy roads

Fifty shades of those grey blinds

Draped the luscious curvy clouds

Droplets & dribbles flinched down

Twitching poppies & sparrowgrass

She called truce to brush drown,

Lost in reverie, her veil of daily chores

Muddy pathways that they tramped down

With cups of joe that also lolloped along

And endless talking spilt all over the place

Reliving memories, can't call it a day!