A Love Poem

One afternoon 

when trees stood clear 

against the sky 

at dusk 

the light, a pale soft gray 

I sat down 

to write you everything 

I've wanted to say 

but now I have the chance 

I find my words of passion, love and romance 

lose all their heat 

when dressed in black and white 

and fall in silence 

on the printed page ...

I need the poets 

of another age 

to write their sonnets 

full of furbelow and fuss

I can only show 

you how I feel.

(Picture of us was taken on Mother's Day

my husband always takes me out to a lovely brunch)