Against the Tree Line, Splashing
Orange and Umber
An Old Photograph,
Tattered Edges, Creased and Scratched
Faded and Fuzzy
But She’s Turned Towards You
Smiling, And Your Joy Shines Through
All the Time That’s Passed
Lighting Memories
That Float and Glow Like Fireflies
In the Late Evening
Telephone Wires Drawn
In Orange Above Sunrise
Polished, Empty Streets