Mayflies Rising

She sat astride the stool in silence

Watching how the mayflies flew,

Symmetry in chaos painting

Colour’s gentle strokes anew.

Felt the touch of evening breezes

catch the tendrils of her hair

Watching mayflies rise and fall

through symmetry, without a care.

Promise fills the moment’s magic

Hope is pounding through her breast,

Mayflies rise and fall in sunlight

Love’s anticipation best.

Scattered light intrudes through leafage

Casting sunspots in the shade,

Mayflies rise and fall in sunshine

Tranquil peace of mind is made.

Softly a guitar is strumming

Melding with the lakeside air,

Rendezvous with him a-coming

Mayflies rise to empty chair.

Mayflies rise and fall in sunshine

Rise and fall...and they don’t care.

 

Marshalg

‘Foxglove’ Taranaki

3 January 2013

Portraiture by Colin Hoare 027 946 1771