Spring Sunshine
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
Hi Sue, you’ve taken me on a wonderful journey into the past. I love visiting old houses to hear the stories that they murmur. ~ Dennis
Glad you liked it, Dennis
So vivid Susan. Beautiful. I just posted a spring poem today. Feel free to have a look when you can. 🙂
Thanks, Nomzi…I’ll wander over when I get a minute… 🙂
Great. 🙂
This is lovely Sue, it could be Nymans.