Ploughed by age
her furrowed face,
her wisdom is
the harvest reaped
across the years.
Planted deep
her whitened eyes,
once verdant green,
look up
and watch.
A big bird soaring,
shadow cast
on fertile fields
where roebucks lie,
unseen.
And she recalls
the lace she wore
when once she lay
upon this spot
in loves solicitude.
Michael Edwards © March 2016