The ABC of Zoe
Thu, 18 Sep 2014
Autumn returns – way too soon; russet,
Brown, aubergine, and amber take centre stage.
Could I but turn back time, back to when –
Done with the humdrum of the daily grind,
Each evening brimmed full with molten gold.
Falling for her, in the Fall – all over again;
Gazing at the soft, cattle-horns of eager stars,
Homework – took on a whole new meaning
Inspired by her eyes – limpid pools of amaranthine;
Jewels indeed - those ditzy, daisy-chain days, stray
Kibbutz dogs, barking in the hills – walking
Lantern Pike, Bosley Cloud and Shining Tor,
Me and her, but now...long gone.
No more the river, no more the stones,
Or the tumbledown church on the ridge;
Perhaps it was a ghost ship after all...
Quietly taking sail – dissolving to mist.
Reality kicks in, and jolts me from my reverie;
Summer – past its use by date, and the two of us,
Tiresome as it is, must turn our thoughts to school...
Unlearning lessons gleaned from turning leaves; now
Verbs, nouns, and hyperboles dictate the way of things.
Weary, we are digesting facts re Shakespeare , Handel –
Xerxes, with its romantic air, Ombre Mai Fu; translated
You wouldn’t believe, it’s a love song to a tree! Unless
Zoe were that tree, then where the bee sucked, so should I.