Each day would be filled with beloved voices ...

I stood with Sophie and Paul where last year I'd worn a suit the colour of the sky - 

My white shirt had been made of clouds - 

There were wings at my heels - 

Now I stood on the same bright grass - 

I saw leaves pearled with raindrops -

A wall sheltered late summer flowers - 

The hands of a precious clock would measure the hours to come - 

Each moment would be weighted with promise - 

Each day would be filled with beloved voices - 

September 5 2016

Corfe Castle 

Dorset