leafy tunnel
the point where the road
disappears
For three years or so it was my favourite spot on earth.
I’d take the old stone steps down through the rhododendrons, then wait, gathering any last moments of beauty to bring to our conversation, before I rang the bell.
bronze on red –
an eastern spinebill among
red camellias
last leaves –
a fast one in a slow one’s
flutter path
What we talked about is now less important than how we talked. I remember our laughter. And how our eyes met over the antics of wrens, a sudden shaft of sunlight, or punctuating thunder.
it warms
my hands too –
kissing bird motif
I did not imagine it would all be over so thoroughly or so soon.
roosting butterflies
disperse – inspiration for
a home of my own