Why, what an unexpected joy
To see you wink audaciously
On this evocative September day.
With dusky eyes and fiery tints
Of hips and haws and teasing hints
Of russet leaves and blackberries
As autumn all abundantly
You’ll make me think of summer days
Of jaunts and hikes and holidays
Of scones and cream and Devon ways,
Of sea and sand and stony tracks
And cycle rides along the shore.
Of cobbles strewn with bladder wrack
And oh a universe of bliss
You conjured only Christmas snow,
And planting daffodils in faith
That spring will spring and gardens grow.
You pose against a wintry sky
And watch the sweep of garden spade
As from the frosty fragile earth
A loveliness for you and me
But then I thought,
What if our children’s children know
Only a cliché on a Christmas card,
An icon of a kinder age.
And emblematic blame.
What if a more than inconvenient loss
Extinguishes your flame?
You see my wastefulness and urge you must….
And I confess, I ought.