two tankas, two free form

and so I sigh

a gentle breeze may

cool foreheads with a kiss,

ruffle a child’s hair,

uplift a butterfly,

sow a flower seed,

raise a petal from gutter

into dancing sunshine,

and so I sigh.

****

Le Pont Des Arts

I will love you long
after our lock on the bridge 
is rust; the bridge span
broken, tide-washed to the sea…

you will have forgotten me.

****

an unknown woman

passes the library window,

in her middle years,

dignified, dressed modestly,

she is beautiful,

yes beautiful, and unaware

that behind the dusty glass

she is quietly admired.

****

a sighting of the Isle of Hoy from Mainland

we had to return

this one last time to listen

to the black- head gulls

and watch the otters bobbing

in the ripples of Harray

the loch was tranquil

then clouds scudded from the West,

as the wind strengthened

our umbrellas buckled - it’s

ink-black now and Hoy has gone.

****

please indulge these shorties - it's Yom Kippur tomorrow so I cannot post online. I'm not especially religious but YK is a good time for reflection  :)