A summer’s afternoon in spring
The lawn glowing in the light
Before me the ruined facade
of a once splendid house
towers sightless over box topiary.
Distant voices carry from the shadows
Two figures in 20s dress
wander languidly across the grass
holding parasols aloft
a tilt to the heyday of this house.
The slender forms drift away
and I’m left to focus on
wisteria in full blowsy bloom
And the shadows sharp on the lawn.
© Susan Judd 2012