Finding you wasn’t hard, although you all looked the same beneath ever changing skies.
Stark bright and upright against the cornflower blue of summer suns;
pure under winter’s thundery slate skirts, or, quietly bathed in autumn’s sleepy amber hues.
Did you think, at twenty two, that generations would stand here by your side, imagining the glory, the fear;
and withhold anger or sorrow for you?
Racing clouds allow the sun a turn.
Your gentle name, in thirty rows of harvested youth, is brushed by rays like life-giving fingers.
No. I am humbled by your fall; your sacrifice and your love.
©Anna Ghislena 2013
I took part in this week’s 100 Word Challenge which was prompted by “Fall”. If you fancy a go checkout this link: http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week108/