short 1000 word prose sketch

re-edit 31/1/ visions of the Clyde

I wrote this a few years ago, with much rubbing out and rereading and then I lost the courage to show it to anyone else. I think I have reached the right time now. Please go easy, my first attempt.

Am I chasing a shadow? Have I imagined it all? Brave like a sparrow To climb till I reach the goal? Or frightened to death That truth may hurt; Running faster than the earth,

We stared at a puddle in the road The frozen surface a coffin lid Not a cloud in the empty sky It was as if the day had hid Sapped of colour beneath the branches

Love is like a whoosh!