For today’s poem, I used all three artworks for inspiration. You can see them all here, and read all the contributions.
Salad days, green and full of sap,
and all the summer stretches
through green boughs to a mellow field
of buttercup sun at sunset
and again at morning.
Colours fade and loves;
we wilt in the heat, and the frost bites.
No ruse can stop the slide into the dark,
but if we keep tight hold of the best of days
and the heart of things,
we can slide together
and just a hint of regret.