in the days of weeping colours
when sugar-froths pepper the blue
I remember the honey-dance times
when we were two
when we were two cappucinos
mind-tasting a one-stream street
I remember the jasmine secret
when we were sweet
once we were sweet guitar strings
harmonising fruit pie and cream
I remember the last dessert
when we un-teamed
when we un-teamed our colours
and spiked our sugars with salt
I remember the boom-crash-opera
our tectonic fault
so now
silhouette-shame of mine
cowering in a wrathful shrine
bury your pungent rust
in the looming arctic-dust
NOTE
The autumn photo above is fresh from the camera.
A walk in autumn worlds this afternoon at Red Hill was a wonder of leaf colour.
Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Kenning
