Nostalgia (Spenserian Stanza IV)
As mountains stand the test of time unchanged,
The old allegiances come tumbling back,
Like snowslide, inundation prearranged,
Reactivation of the brainwashed yak.
Temporal loss of modern reason, slack,
That’s yielded, glistening, to sunny days
And flashbacks ridden, fraught with “take aback,”
The memories of wood’s ignited blaze.
If only through revisits I could reappraise.