Regret

birds' song like scent's released
at light's condensing
in sky's pan
a syrup on horizon's edge
sweet, orange
begins to blacken
in corners

hollies' pour of prickling dark's
picked out with sparks
soft char of far trunks' shadow grilled

how easy it is to look back
though all missed is nightswallowed now

still I recall the wonder of the path's tongue
unfolding the taste of you
and part of me longs to turn and follow
what's left over, cold
as dew