Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 12 . . .

Elegy for Eva

     by Colin Ward

It's true you've changed. You are at the dark end
of the street now.  If there is time after time
I'll meet with you not here in fields of gold
canola, not by the old barquero's boat,
not where the water is wide at river's bend,
nor under those tall trees. In Georgia? No, I'm
resigned to joining you beyond the cold
and tears, in heaven (if fate will grace us both).

In the early morning, rain reminds songbirds
that summertime is over. The rainbow is swept
away with autumn leaves. Every colour wades
into your blue eyes. Crying in the rain
dilutes the drops from cheek to cheek like words
forgotten yesterday, like vows unkept
or curses in a fever that soon fades.
A red, red rose is all that may remain.

How can I keep from singing "Kathy's Song"?
It has the drizzling rain, the street and you.
I read the letter, where you wrote that time
is a healer
, death a nightbird at the door,
but these two cures are taking far too long.
At least I can imagine drinks will do,
at last, what can't be done by notes and rhyme.
Perhaps it doesn't matter any more.

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Colin Ward currently lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada with his wife, Denise, and their corgi, Cora.  As an "Air Force brat" he grew up moving from base to base. During his 54 years he has worked as a hobbies writer, retail clerk, tax assessor, computer salesman, consultant, and programmer before taking up teaching.  His work has been anthologized in Talus and Scree and has appeared online in such venues as Beside the white chickens and Prairie Poetry.

© 2009 Colin Ward