Upon the Morrow
Summer passed
Gentle as a minnow splash
Soft and almost silent
Yet still noticed
Dappled through
Deceptive, fractured light
Blinding as it fades
Yet still golden
Make no mistake
The pulse he leaves behind
Does yet still cast
A warmth and glow
Whilst buried deep
Mid folds of some familiar hollow
Barely whispered winds of
Long hot summer days, now passed
They do caress
Her shoulders neath a freckled blush
From where she does
Discretely hide unmeasured sorrow
Today though garnets glisten
And the prettiest of bunting waves
Make no mistake,
The words he left here so many yesterdays
They do still cast a welcome glow,
Like the most comfortable of shawls
Might cast upon her neck and shoulders neath
Upon the morrow