a painted morning comes
a dawn falls prey to day
a whispering of birds scatters, away

a painted morning drips, slowly
in to the promise of noon
i wish to see you ‘gain, so soon

a sigh erupts my tired mouth
embracing your name in the air
as this cold cold autumn day
lays everything to bare


it was a painted mourning
the tears drying on my cheeks
when I said farewell to you…

(c) 2015 allen simpson

photograph (c) allen simpson & Hanneliese Bredell