Yesterday’s reflections clear and bright in
the tear-shaped pool left by the overnight rain.
In the paddocks beyond, and under my feet,
Naked yearning poplars reach towards the darkened sky.
Through the old wire fence, scrubby gorse bushes
Jostle each other to see their mirrored mates,
Prickly green and golden flowers shimmer
among ripples my boots create.
Longing for a camera I head towards home.
Sudden sleety showers drive me to fetch
kindling and firewood, to chase out the chill.
Huddled, I stare into dancing flames and
yearn, for images of you,
Memories of laughter, love and a mate who
held the mirror to show the gold among the thorns.
I want to capture that reflection.
Tomorrow, I think.
Today’s frost blackens my footprints as
I walk the paddock and feed the chooks,
Camera clasped in well- gloved hands, ready.
The sky looks promising in the early light
But yesterday’s reflections are gone,
Into thin air,
Just like you…
Turned into today’s inspiration.
Rest well, Alice …