One Fine Day by Carol Frost

I saw you leave and return. A bunting
sang, ‘pity to sleep’, and you were smiling;
the skies were creamy, the fruit not falling;
one hour, two hours ago.

Among cloud boughs and mists and singing
I walked, through vineyards, past stone walls ringing
Lavigny, and I heard no one call me.
Did you tell me you called me?

I heard you leave and return. Morning
was never more beautiful, life-in-death,
death-in-life, the plums just falling,
one hour, two hours ago.

From: http://www.valpo.edu/vpr/frostone.html

Date: 2002

By: Carol Frost (1948- )