needles of larch stroke

the sound from the

petulant air hinting at nights

to be spent in romance.

 

poppies offer ruddy reflections

to love’s lost memories

lying in the folds of the past.

 

take fresh water, pour

elegantly over soft shoulders

left exposed

and pine for long lost memories.

 

remote is the yellow

furzs reflected in the

darks pools on the mountain tops

where memories of death

lie deep.

 

two eyes glare through the

hazel, watching life’s

passage falter.

eyes like windows 

reveal the hidden soul

and reflect the inner light.