Gifts and Shards Vol 1

The Voices

Burly backyard dandelions
at their peak fitness this April end
smile in rough and ready innocence
of all our quarrels.

'And when you walked with your love
long warm windswept cliffs
castled by rough stone,'
zings the wind in the washing line ...

'Or when you strolled garden lake shores
entranced by serendipity,'
rattle the birds on the rowan ...

'You lived two summers; you got out plenty;
you walked the earth; no day was wasted.'

'You were with us, with us',
called a curlew on the western shore.
'Forget her. You were always with us.'

The dandelions grin.
I'll spare them the hoe.