Hollow-Days

oh how i miss
the dewy-eyed bliss
of such hollowed days.

parcels to plunder,
stuffed with wonder
of childish ways.

now i sit
and reminisce,
watching memories fade,
to a an empty shade – of blue.

oh year’s rewind,
i inhale to see
the whiff of pine
and an offering under the tree.

by K. Osei