Swept overhead,
in upward arch,
trunk and limbs
of dappled light
smooth-stroked
over milky sky.
Each reaching,
forking twig tip
a cascade of blooms
daintily evoking
carnations,
strawberries,
pink campions and
lemonade.
Backward bend
and upward gaze
at unfettered,
all-consuming
view –
an atmosphere
entirely awash
and in the pink;
in sweet dream
of romantic love;
in beauty and
hopeful rosy
youth.
And –
in love,
by love,
through love –
a world recovered
from its
wounds.
— C.Birde, 6/20