It had been a cold and lonely winter
yet the sunlight followed
her like a spotlight – and her face
spread joy like an infant child
Racing between thoughts
of yesteryear and the here and now –
she pondered over the love she knew
(once – and long ago)
And the happiness that traced
her back to when enough was
his hand in hers – and his
lips pressed against her own
Maturity brought with it
reflection – and acceptance –
gracefully ageing through
the passage of time
When her arms wrapped themselves
around him – and her carefree disregard
of mortality spread cheer through the
veins of those who touched her soul
To a graceful time – in a graceful place
where the stone stairs led past
the taverna’s terrace- to the men
at the table – in the cafe – staring
At the woman in the silken blouse
wilfully standing in the quiet light of evening
casting a light upon her feelings –
strong – and joyous – emotive – and free
sensualism 