With Althea

You were my song in summers past

Where the bracken thinned to white

Of Queen Anne’s lace over gorges fast

Against age and speech alike

The rocks fell into canyons whose

Every fingertip were knew to climb

Up to the nests of red hawks loosed

To heaven’s twilit design

Our paths were ever lighted by

Your head of strawberry gold

That brought us home through nights and winters

Through forests thick, and rivers cold

We have lost those vistas sweeping

Where sand and sun danced intricacies

Strange and fanciful as daydreams

Stranger still in memory

And your hair fades to darker now

More of the earth than gold

Yet at times we do remember

And still the stories hold

Of flowers past

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Where light my darling coming

Through the white Queen’s lace and fetters

I see her love of shoot and sprig

Of loosestrife even as asters

Her mouth a bow of girlish charm

And her hands everywhere trailing

So she was many summers past

And so now I briefly see her

Better cast in my adoration

Than in all the sun’s rayed splendour


Elizabeth Cook, 2017

Image from Karen Margulis