Love not eroded
Whenever I look up
There, she sighed
Relief at last
Shall ye be
And so it is for thee and me
Your solidness a given
Certain
Your foot on spade
Your hands in soil
Fingernails in mourning
Your bulk to be a windbreak
A winter warming cave
And shelter, shade
A man for all the seasons
Beloved constancy
Whenever I look up
There, she sighed
Relief at last
Shall ye be
And so it is for thee and me
Your solidness a given
Certain
Your foot on spade
Your hands in soil
Fingernails in mourning
Your bulk to be a windbreak
A winter warming cave
And shelter, shade
A man for all the seasons
Beloved constancy
18th November, 2009, Hounoux, for A, of course, in gratitude
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, and beloved constancy for those of us lucky enough to know you both and witness it.
ReplyDeleteFrom Sue Pascoe
ReplyDeleteDearest, goodness, must wipe my eyes having read the pome. snivelled in to my coffee. sums him up so well. the Hardy reference, there shall you be, and the recognition of the mourning, so deep,and yet so quietly carried all these years and so part of what makes him who he is, brilliantly summed up in the reference to the gardener's finger nails.