Friday, October 7, 2011


For Bessie

You are never gone from me.
I can still find you in all the things you painted into my life
The kiss-spark of thorn studded roses
the crispness of yellow skinned apples carpeting the ground
the dewsong of robins amid tawny, crimson, paperbag brown leaves.

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful autumn poem. Some images just embody a relationship. Which ones do is an intensely personal choice, and it's one which we don't make. Often no one is more surprised by that choice than the one you love, not knowing how treasured a commonplace thing might be.

    Yet it is precisely right.