What Have We Here?

RememberingWhen I think of fragrant memoriesLost in times withered blossom,The scents of loss and well-beingSwirl across the field of anguished and eager emotions.The buds of guilt, defeat, and regretUnfold into blooms of forgiveness, victory and peace.And as I stroll through the garden of my mind,The bittersweet fruit of remembrance caresses my soul.An engaging exercise of short fiction and exposition.