Along the ancient road
- everything is new!
Fresh green shoots are opening buds,
tiny flowers seek to outrival each other
in colour and beauty.
Someone has decorated a little wayside shrine with them:
who? - a group of passing children,
a young maid thinking of her lover,
an old widow remembering days gone by?
A fox-cub gazes at me with frank and fearless curiosity,
birds call out greetings in a language I can almost fathom;
trees, both young and old, flirt outrageously
with a passing breeze,
admiring the scent of the distant sea
with which she has adorned her hair.
Of course, I cannot help but think of you
and how grand it would be to have you by my side
- but the sunshine is far too mischievous and gay
for sorrow to take too firm a hold today...
Perhaps this evening he will return
with new persuasive arguements
but this morning he has little to say,
content to remind me he is still a true and constant companion
despite the merry children of May
and early summer's scampering pleasures...